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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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[wolfchild]

[ her expression shutters closed. hatred licks her insides. ]

I will. He will agonize for days. [ a red vial comes to mind, one with the power to make him rot in his own filth. ] There will be no one can save him.

[scinlae]

[ a low rumble leaves the dragon, her head dropping as if satisfied. ]

Thank you, sweetling. [ her voice is only just above a whisper, the fight in her arms reluctantly fading. ] Thank you. [ arya gives her words only, yet they are enough to sooth the burns. enough to satisfy her own anger and hatred for a time. ]

[wolfchild]

[ the approval settles like a warm blanket. she does not smile, but she seizes it like a child to a favored toy. she uses it to polish the new name to hate.

she knows not who he is, and she has been asked to give him the gift. she should extract a price from morgana, equal to her request; she continues cleaning the woman's hands. when finished, she looks up at morgana with grey eyes, dark and dull by the press of her years. ]

I'll see to your face now.

[scinlae]

[ it is a sad thing, she thinks, those dull grey eyes lacking in a light she no doubt once shined in them. a sad and pretty thing. ]

Very well. [ she lowers herself to Arya's leave, allowing her access to the cuts on her face. ]

[wolfchild]

[ she takes care to be gentle so as not to cause her undue pain. it takes her a while to ask: ] Is it bad to be happy you've not left me?

[scinlae]

[ Arya's ministrations sting though she barely flinches, after all that she has been through this pain is nothing. in a way it is almost soothing to be cared for, it furrows her brow briefly before it relaxes again. she was spitting venom before, hissing threats and promises of unimaginable suffering and now - ]

Bad? [ how well she understands that question for it is the same that flits through her own mind, the ghost of a wish left by her stay here. ] No, no it is not. [ she tries a smile, it is small and tired and does not reach her eyes. ]

[wolfchild]

[ she does not press the issue. ]

Where will you go?

[scinlae]

There is no where to go. [ bitter creeps into her voice like a venom. ] I intend to remain hidden for a time, allow Aithusa to rest and heal.

[wolfchild]

[ she looks over at the dragon. ]

Nymeria can be your guard. She won't attack Aithusa.

[scinlae]

We would both appreciate her protection greatly. [ she enjoys the company of the direwolf after all. ]

[wolfchild]

You have it. [ and she always will. ]

[scinlae]

Thank you, sweetling. [ she moves before thinking, shifting forward to press a light kiss on her forehead. ]

[wolfchild]

[ she tries a smile. her cheeks feel stiff. ]

I'll see you someplace safe. To be sure. And I'll send Nymeria as soon as I can.

[scinlae]

[ Morgana nods, tension still fills her shoulders, distrust flits about her mind but she is assured by Arya's support. taking comfort in it though she dare not relax. it is more than she expected, more than she would have ever wished for. ]