[Long description: Morgan's mom pinches her brow in frustration. "I swear, it's like talking to the wind with you," She says.

Morgan is silent. He loops his arm through the bow and slings it over his shoulder. The front door is cracked, and he peeks distractedly through it.

"Go mind the forge," His mother continues, pointing her fistful of arrows at him. "This doesn't concern you."]