(Untitled)

[witchy_rebel]

Morgan is walking, as she normally does. Walking at night, walking by the lake - it's not Tintagel, with the rough Cornish coast and sea, but it's the closest she can get

Comments

[last_adam]

*Adam's sitting out by the lake, skipping stones. He's quite wrapped up in it, and he doesn't notice when Morgan approaches.*

[witchy_rebel]

Softly,

"Bit cold for sitting, isn't it?"

[last_adam]

I don't mind it much. Are you chilly?

[witchy_rebel]

She tilts her head, thinking.

"No," she decides at last. "Not really. Join you?"