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video ♛ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴏʟᴇ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ's ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ
Gwen? [ A beat. ] Merlin? [ Another beat. ] Arthur?
[ There is something distinctly off when the feed switches on, where there was once coldness now is warmth and concern. She looks around and the camera shakes a little before panning up to a face that looks so familiar but different at the same time. ]
If you're trying to scare me this is in very poor taste.
[ Here is a face some will remember, brave, stubborn, fierce; so full of the fire and warmth she had once upon a time possessed completely. She looks as if she stepped right out of the castle instead of looking as she had stepped right out of a hovel in the middle of a forest.
Morgana's brow furrows, her patience clearly reaching it's limit. What vague memories she has tells her they are here with her, but nothing more ─ so really stop hiding you jerks, it is not cool.
She sits nearby something busy (market most likely) judging by the sounds, tablet in her lap with a look of displeasure plain on her face. She had plans you see, though she barely remembers what they were, only they have been ruined by something; yet another thing she cannot properly remember.
Today is simply not her day. ]
[ There is something distinctly off when the feed switches on, where there was once coldness now is warmth and concern. She looks around and the camera shakes a little before panning up to a face that looks so familiar but different at the same time. ]
If you're trying to scare me this is in very poor taste.
[ Here is a face some will remember, brave, stubborn, fierce; so full of the fire and warmth she had once upon a time possessed completely. She looks as if she stepped right out of the castle instead of looking as she had stepped right out of a hovel in the middle of a forest.
Morgana's brow furrows, her patience clearly reaching it's limit. What vague memories she has tells her they are here with her, but nothing more ─ so really stop hiding you jerks, it is not cool.
She sits nearby something busy (market most likely) judging by the sounds, tablet in her lap with a look of displeasure plain on her face. She had plans you see, though she barely remembers what they were, only they have been ruined by something; yet another thing she cannot properly remember.
Today is simply not her day. ]
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Arya's attention is focused instead on one of the sellers nearby. The man has a collection of pastries out and Arya's mouth waters. She cannot remember the last time she had something sweet to eat. She waits for the man to turn away for a second to snatch one. All she needs is one. Her father would be disappointed in her, she knew, but she was so hungry. Besides stealing a cake was far from the worst she had ever done. ]
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It takes Morgana less than a second to get to her feet and walk over to the stall. ]
Excuse me, I will take two of those. [ She offers the man a smile and pays for the pastries. It is then that she turns and moves towards the young girl, holding out one of the pastries for her. ]
Here, take it.
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I don't want it.
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It will not taste any different if it is stolen or bought, you are hungry and I personally do not wish to see a young girl punished simply for trying to feed herself.
Take it.
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[ But she'll take it. But not because she needs it. Nope. B( ]
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[ Morgana sees through those lies missy. ]
What is your name?
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I am Morgana.
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Thank you, my lady.
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Please, I insist you call me Morgana and treat me like you would anyone else.
SHHHH I'M ASLEEP
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