((Wow, Xanmyral.))
[Wut?]
[I agree with Killer, taking him to Erin is just going to go... Well, badly. She'll probably turn him to rubber, or maybe accidentally turn his tree into steel or rubber. She's hung over, most likely still groggy, no good for magic right now. A blacksmith would do well though, I think Scott has some cash on him and there's still the lockbox Artiste has. Mark's been fairly reliable, so I bet he'll fork over the money needed. ...After a bit at least, I don't think messing with Artiste while he's hungover will go well.]
~What made her special to me?~ Morton had to think on that.
~...I can't pick just one thing, I'm afraid. I could list a hundred reasons, and I would just have a hundred more to list once I was done. Just... Everything. Everything about her. The way she always walked with determination and her head held high, that soft, comforting smile she always had whenever something bad happened that could warm any heart, that quiet laugh I always loved to hear every time I could, just the... Just the very presence of her, just being around her made me feel like I could take on the world and go for round two without a sweat, everything seemed possible and within reach like I could of grabbed the very stars for her just to make her a necklace and see her smile.~ Morton's thoughts had a rather sad ring to it.
~...I only just hope that, whatever she's doing, wherever she is... That's she's happy and doesn't linger her thoughts on me. She deserves better than to worry about me.~
~I... I'm sorry, this is all probably much more than you were wanting. I've just never told anyone this in my second chance. I've just kept this inside me for so long that I guess the smallest question just causes it to... Tumble out I guess.~