The Fallen Angel nodded, “Oh, then pardon my inconsiderate remark, then. Perhaps I should be acting as grateful and happy as you. I, too am happy to finally be out of that god forsaken jungle and on my way to your home.” Following suit and glancing up at the night sky with Nasus, her eyes were soon full of starlight and delight. Never did she see the celestial bodies like this in Noxus’ sky. Ominous clouds and other questionable gases always obscured her vision of such pleasant things. The moon was the only entity that would shine bright enough to be seen. Then following his siphon, Morgana looked off into the horizon. She could barely see a thing out there in the dunes of neverending sand. Still, Nasus sounded so sure of himself. Morgana had no choice but to trust him and replied, “Then, let us be on our way.”
Night fell quite quickly as the two marched on through the desert. A chilly breeze soon overtook the hot, dry air. Morgana kept her wings tightly pressed against her to keep warm, as well as walk a bit closer to Nasus. The massive Curator of the Sands was already radiating with tons of well needed heat for her, and she couldn’t complain. From out of the sand, she finally saw structures. Even if they were ancient ruins, they still fascinated her, almost in a nostalgic way as it was rumored these ruins were as old as the ones in her home world. Perhaps she would read more about them in Nasus’ personal library. He seemed to really like his home on Runeterra, so he should have a book or two on it.
Morgana was snapped out of her thoughts as Nasus suddenly spoke. She nodded in reply and was very much intrigued by Nasus’ small find in the sand. “Thank you,” the Fallen Angel humbly said, observing the ancient runes on it and the exquisite handiwork. “The sand has been kind to the past, it has buried and protected it here. I’m sure it’s preserved lovely artifacts like this all around.”
City lights soon glimmered in her eyes, and Morgana was more than thrilled to see that they had finally found civilization. A place to finally rest. But, her wonder and hope were short-lived as the storm consumed the lovely sight and her sights of Nasus. Caught off guard by the strong winds, she had no choice but to use her wings to shield her eyes from the sand as she prepared her black shield. Once cast, however, she couldn’t find Nasus beside her anymore. Panic ran through her mind for a moment before Morgana reminded herself that she needed to calm down. She began to tread through the sandstorm with her shield on, keeping her eyes peeled for the Curator of the Sands.
Eventually, her ears caught on to his calls. Moving toward the sound of his voice, Morgana reached out her hand, groping at the air until Nasus’ finally found hers. She gave a gasp of relief as he found her, immediately gripping on tight as he ran them both out of the storm. Tried as she might, Morgana was unable to extend her shield to Nasus, but her efforts would not be needed as the two of them finally found shelter, wherever it was.
Not wasting a moment, Morgana ran through the door, pulling Nasus in with her and shutting it behind them. Panting as she was trying to catch her breath, she didn’t even relinquish her grip on his arm, both of her own wrapped around them from when they tread through the sandstorm. “I’m fine, Nasus. How about you?”
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