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"All right, a tour of camp it is, then!" She exclaimed.
She showed him all the major places he would need to know about the camp, and where all the best spots were.
Eventually they were outside of camp, in an area where most of the shepherds preferred to practice. The ground was mostly dirt here, and Morgana had a brilliant idea.
"Stay here, okay? Iāll be right back."
She then took off to find a stick, not taking long to do so. She returned to Morgan and started drawing the faces of every major shepherd. They were poorly drawn, and more cartoonish than they were realistic, but it was better than nothing.
"All right, now for your lesson on all the shepherds. Youāre lucky you got me āround. I had to start from square one."
Morgan followed his cousin around the camp, diligently and quietly memorizing the key locations and rules. Eventually she led him just outside camp, and he agreed to wait on her request. He took a seat in the dirt, habitually taking off his cloak first and holding it in his lap, keeping it from the dirt. He settled in and began mentally reviewing what he'd learned, but it hadn't been long before she returned and began talking again.
Morgan stared down at her drawings, eager to take in all the information he could get. "All right, I'm ready!"
Morgana waited patiently for Morgan as he got examined and healed. After all, it would be rude to leave her amnesiac cousin behind in a world foreign to him, but also people completely foreign to him. She didnāt like it when it happened to her, so she wouldnāt let it happen to him.
He exited the tent, good as new, and she gave him a warm, big smile. āHow do you feel? You look loads better.ā
His clothes were still torn, but the wound underneath had healed completely. Besides, there were lots of tacticians that he could just take clothes from, though heād probably fit in her clothes better than Robynās or her fatherās.Ā
"What do you say to me showing you around?"
Morgan exited the medical tent, feeling like he was floating without the pressure in his leg. He greeted Morgana with a grin in response, glad to see her hanging around for him.
"Thanks, I definitely feel loads better!"Ā He looked down at his leg, marveling at the healer's ability to make the wound disappear almost completely. There was a pretty major tear on his pants leg, but he didn't mind much. He'd deal with it eventually.
"Oh, sure, that would be great!" Morgan perked up even more at the suggestion. "I'd love to see the camp, where should we start?"
WIR eat seven scorpions or sniff a used underwear for an hour?
"Ummā¦I guess that dependsā¦ Are scorpions poisonous to eat? And would I have to eat them raw or alive? If those are the case I guess Iād rather sniff the underwear. But if I could like, cook them into something, Iād rather do that. Ought to be faster than sniffing undies for an hourā¦"
Would you rather fight a hundred duck-sized horses or a horse sized-duck?
"Iād take on the the horse-size duck, Iām pretty sure a hundred of anything duck-sized could pretty easily jump on me all at once. Besides, ducks are cute, a big one wouldnāt be all that scary!"
What would you do if somebody replaced all your underwear with dragonstones?
"Hmā¦ itād be embarrassing, but I guess Iād ask to borrow someone elseās? At least until we can find out who took them."
How do you feel about your father? Do you like him? What do you like or dislike about him?
"Hmm, Iāve gotta admit I still donāt know him all that wellā¦ To be honest, heās a little creepy, but he also seems pretty nice. And mom seems to really like him, so I like him too!"
what do you say you and i get to know each other better *wink*
"oh why hello there beautiful lady. how about we go to your tent and have a nice āchatā?"
out of everyone in the army, who's someone you'd like to get to know better and/or become friends with?
"Oh, I donāt think I can single out someone specific. I still feel so new here, I want to get to know everybody!"
Morgan silently approached Nah from behind. He glanced down into her satchel, making sure it was open, then carefully slipped his hand in and pulled out the dragonstone. When she still hadn't noticed him, he dropped a note in to replace it saying "Sorry! It's a dare!" before suddenly darting off.
Nah swore she felt something brush against her, but as she turned around she felt not but a trail of dust leading off into the distance. She noticed her satchel felt a bit lighter, and when she peeked inside she was both shocked and horrified to find that her dragonstone was not there.
"Thief!" she screamed, her lip beginning to quiver. "Thereās a thief in the camp!"
Morgan stared down at his feet shamefully. āI-I really am sorry. We were all doing dares andā¦ I guess I couldāve been a bit smarter about it.ā He sighed. āI really am sorry. Can I make it up to you somehow?ā
Nah folded her fingers together, eyes shifting to the left. She had half a mind take all his books and burn then in the middle of the night, but he already looked sorry enough. Instead, she heaved a sigh.
"itās fine, okay? Justā¦ donāt do it again, or else Iāll eat you!"
Morgan felt a little anxious as he wasnāt sure how serious her threat was, but he was relieved nonetheless. He met Nah's eyes again and smiled. āTh-thanks. I wonāt, I swear!ā
M!Anon compels you to twerk in front of everyone.
Morgan. A kind young boy, although naĆÆve and a bit gullible, he was not someone who deserved to have his personal space invaded. Gods, Gerome hated to do this, but... āMorgan, I'm just going toā I... I apologize.ā The Wyvern Rider squished the aspiring tactician's butt, and walked as far away as possible.
Morgan felt a sense of foreboding as Gerome approached, but tried to shake it off. āHey, Gerome, whatās-ā He stopped speaking suddenly and his eyes went wide, and then he could do nothing but watch, dumbfounded, as Gerome slinked away. Iā¦Iām going to try my best to forget that ever happenedā¦
Who has the hottest ass in the whole camp?
"Um, somebody who accidentally sat on a stove?"
