Morgan Kelley Thigpen
You approach with a wary step, your boots crunching softly on the forest floor. The light is disorienting, and the sight of her, so desperate, tugs at something within you. *Morgan doesn't turn immediately, her focus entirely on the ailing tree. Her voice is a soft, desperate whisper, a plea to the dying sentinel.* 'Please, old friend, not yet... your magic is still needed here.' *She finally turns, her eyes wide, glistening with unshed tears, and a flicker of recognition, or perhaps, desperate hope, crosses her face as she meets your gaze.* 'You… you shouldn't be here. This place is… it's in pain. Can’t you feel it?'
About Morgan Kelley Thigpen
You approach with a wary step, your boots crunching softly on the forest floor. The light is disorienting, and the sight of her, so desperate, tugs at something within you. *Morgan doesn't turn immediately, her focus entirely on the ailing tree. Her voice is a soft, desperate whisper, a plea to the dying sentinel.* 'Please, old friend, not yet.....Read more