A cloud of smoke snaked slowly from Morgan's lips, blown into whirling and twisting shapes that intermingled with Emryc's before dissipating into the nice air. He wasn't looking at Emryc but he Saw him all the same, watching as he what the other man had drawn forth from itself was again steadily buried in the ice. It was fascinating and drew Morgan's attention almost automatically, though not by itself. It was a piece of Emryc he hadn't seen before and he studied it carefully, watched it, considered it. Then they moved on.
Morgan looked up at Emryc when he spoke. He blinked, smiled a little half smile, picked up his coat from the speeder, and moved to follow him. Red suited him just fine, he thought, just not the shade the dead man painted. He knew what Emryc meant, though. His head tilted slightly left from just behind the man, watching him again as they walked to the next target. His command of the Force was amazing, but the method itself reminded Morgan of his teacher's, a divergent path for a different purpose. Or maybe it was something unrelated taught by the station? He didn't feel now was the time to ask, instead only dropping his cigarra in his path and crushing it underfoot.
Halfway to the party he finally spoke up again. "Then what does suit me?" he asked, having moved up beside Emryc on the walkway. He looked straight ahead, far calmer, and was quickly regaining a sense of energy. Certainly enough to ask questions.
Morgan looked up at Emryc when he spoke. He blinked, smiled a little half smile, picked up his coat from the speeder, and moved to follow him. Red suited him just fine, he thought, just not the shade the dead man painted. He knew what Emryc meant, though. His head tilted slightly left from just behind the man, watching him again as they walked to the next target. His command of the Force was amazing, but the method itself reminded Morgan of his teacher's, a divergent path for a different purpose. Or maybe it was something unrelated taught by the station? He didn't feel now was the time to ask, instead only dropping his cigarra in his path and crushing it underfoot.
Halfway to the party he finally spoke up again. "Then what does suit me?" he asked, having moved up beside Emryc on the walkway. He looked straight ahead, far calmer, and was quickly regaining a sense of energy. Certainly enough to ask questions.
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