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[scinlae]

[ it has been a while since morgana has appeared on the network and when she does, she does so suddenly. the feed clicks on to reveal her as she steps back from the tablet, there is more of a coldness to her face, edges gained only by time. pale skin is stained with blossoms of red, scraps and cut still unattended (she had a bloody cave dropped on her head not too long ago, thanks merlin), fain traces of dust collected in her hair. ]

And I thought my loathing for this place could grow no more.

[ as striking as morgana herself the large white form behind her begs more attention. the creature croons softly, head lowering and wings folding in tight. ]

Her name is Aithusa. [ even morgana's tone is colder now. there is a pain to it, joy and pain. aithusa her dear ally and friend, brought here to this dreadful rock with no sky to stretch her wings and fly. yet part of her is happy to have the dragon here, at her side. ] And she is under my protection. [ aithusa's head raises and the dragon pads forward a single step. morgana exhales, her hands balled into fists that none can see. they shake. ] She is not to be harmed. This is the first and only warning any of you will receive.

Heed my words or you shall regret it, unimaginable suffering will follow if you do not. [ it is a threat, plain and simple. lacking in subtlety, but she could care less, she will have herself understood now and understood plainly.

and just as quickly as morgana and aithusa appeared, the feed cuts. ]

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[scinlae]

She is my ally and friend, we have been through much together. [ the dragon makes a noise, as if agreement, and morgana softly caresses the top of her head. ]

The color suits her better than it does the walls.

[yourdistraction]

Really...

[ Now she is convinced Morgana's a blood mage. ]

Well then, you are well met, Aithusa!

[scinlae]

[ lets be real, she has probably done some magic revolving around blood. so you're not that far off merrill!

aithusa lifts her head, crooning softly at merrill in greeting. a pleasant greeting and the only one the dragon has gifted so far. morgana watches from the corner of her eye, committing the greeting to memory. ]

[yourdistraction]

[ Merrill doesn't know what to think! Which is clear on her face, even if it's a tiny screen. Surprise, curiosity, uncertainty. Mostly curiosity. ]

Ohhh, it's almost like a kitten. Does she nip at your feet, too?

[scinlae]

[ now THAT makes morgana laugh, she barely manages to catch it before it passes her lips. aithusa blinks and tilts her head slightly. ]

No, she does not.

[yourdistraction]

[ Getting laughter makes Merrill laugh, but then she wonders why she's laughing oh it must be nerves. Well that's a fucking dragon (she usually kills those). ]

I would love to meet her some day, if she takes to elves as well as humans.

[scinlae]

She takes kindly to any who do not mean her ill, perhaps one day you shall meet her.

[yourdistraction]

Of course not! A dragon willing to be an ally and friend is much more preferable than an angry, attacking dragon! Who would prefer that? Well, maybe the crazy ones.

[scinlae]

Indeed they are. [ she did not think herself to be laughing in truth, her mood is dark and stormy. yet now she's almost a smile on her face and a laugh on her lips. ]

[yourdistraction]

I try very hard not to be crazy, I promise. Maybe it shouldn't be a conscious effort...

[scinlae]

Crazy? [ oh merrill. ] I know of madness and you are certainly not mad.

[yourdistraction]

They say all mages know of madness.

[ THEY SAY. But that's rude. ]

[scinlae]

They are wrong.

[yourdistraction]

It is mostly humans who say it, anyway. If you lived among the Dalish, the attitude would be very different.

[scinlae]

[ the druids are the similar, she thinks, they would have taken her in and helped her if it were not for Uther. ] They sound a proud and strong people.

[yourdistraction]

They are! Well, they were. I am trying to ensure that they...we are again.

That is a little difficult here, though.