DAY ONE, ANIMALS ; [ morgana, no doubt, carries an air that has little regard for other human beings. since her arrival, she's been cautious, sharing little information of herself too casually before she can peel back a better understanding of the people she's been forced to ally herself with. but there is a moment where the hardened look of her eyes softens to one bearing a more caring nature, when she finds herself in the company of some of the animals in these lands.
while she may have formed a mistrust of most humans, the same can't be said of her opinion towards creatures, after all. though that may simply be the part of her that dreadfully misses a particularly dear dragon friend.
she lowers herself onto her knees, pinching her dress to kneel carefully, raising a carrot to welcome in one of the sheep towards her. except as one draws in closer, so does another, trying to catch a nibble of the vegetable in her hands. she nearly laughs, something honest for once rather than cunning, her fingers tracing against the wool.
if she isn't spotted with the sheep, though, morgana might be seen peering curiously at the small shrieking weed, intrigue in her eyes as she kneels low to study it from a short distance. ]
You're a peculiar little thing, aren't you? [ like the kind of rare magical creatures she's come to encounter in her own world. there's something almost sorrowful as she speaks softly to it. ] I do hope they treat you well.
NIGHTFALL, SPARRING ; [ for someone raised in gowns, practicing the proper etiquette of a lady of the royal court, morgana knows fairly well how to handle herself in a fight β even without use of her magic. after all, how many times had she bested arthur himself, unmatched champion of most tournaments held in camelot?
of course, the locals don't seem too impressed, not convinced of a woman of her build to actually win a contest, but it doesn't differ much from what she's used to. she hardly bats an eye as she spins the stick in her hand as she would a sword, as she peers around. ]
Is there no one willing to take up the challenge?
NIGHTFALL, BONFIRE ; [ as the music plays out and there's a jolly atmosphere surrounding the burning fire, morgana can't swallow down the melancholy that blossoms in her chest. her fingers wrap more tightly around the cup of mead in her hold as she sits upon a log that earns a brilliant view of the blazing fire, the reflection of it against her eyes making it appear as if they burn within.
she simply hadn't imagined coming face to face with a sight like this, to be within it, simple folk with little to their name save for the lands around them that they live on. her natural instinct is to scoff and think the naive idiocy of peasants, but she can regretfully recall a time she longed for this, when she'd watched the druids attempt it, when she wanted this life for herself. ]
Quite a sight, isn't it? [ she says quietly, with a nod of her chin. she speaks of the locals mostly, their enthusiasm for their work, their drive in maintaining their livelihood. there's a desire to look at it with spite, but within, she's aware there's something else β envy, perhaps. subtle as it may be. ] With the desperate call for our assistance in this world, you'd think it'd all be burning. Even if it were, where is our obligation to save it?
[ though her tone doesn't bear any scoffing sharpness, but rather, a pondering one, her eyes unfocused and lost in thought. ]
DAY TWO, POWERS ; [ there's an unquestionable thrill as she watches the performance of demonstrated magic, from the flash of red of wanda's spell to the swirling wisps of blue and gold from himeka's staff. perhaps it's the lack of secrecy in it, the openness of such inner abilities, but any disinterest for this mission that's been forced upon them seems to shrivel away for the moment as she observes the capabilities within the group.
there's a sense of doubt when it is her turn, not out of any lack of confidence about what she's capable of, but rather the style of it. how long since morgana had cast something that wasn't malicious in some form? she considers herself before she makes a few attempts.
the first has her bringing out the brochure that was given to her the day prior. she flips the page until she settles on one of the drawings, snickering briefly before she lets the entire paper levitate from her hand. she hovers a pair of fingers over the drawing of her choice, the elk, muttering an enchantment. after a moment, a manifestation of the elk springs out from the page, looking less like ... a real version, and more an enlarged animation of the blue sparkling drawing, the animal prancing circles around the group.
when she mutters another spell to bring the elk back into the page, she then asks for a volunteer. smiling almost mischievously when they stand before her, she speaks another spell, words of another language, her eyes glowing gold. soon, the volunteer's body matches the glow briefly before their body shifts in its shape, followed with their transformation into a small rabbit. ]
Cute, aren't they? [ she snickers, picking up the rabbit into her hands and caressing its fur gently. all mere tavern tricks, of course, with nothing that demonstrates the real danger of those spells nor ones she doesn't choose to show off in this moment. ]
DAY TWO, WOODS ; [ don't go into the woods, it'd said on the pamphlet. several times, in fact, which only seemed to work at heightening her own curiosity of it further. she can sense it, the magic beyond it, the possibility of all that lives in there, hinting by the scribbled drawings on the page.
she has no weapon on her person, nothing but a small bag of fruits and herbs, as well as a few quickly concocted potions from what little she's pulled together. but she stares at the trees like she's more than ready β and she is, since every spell in her memory is prepared on her tongue to defend herself if necessary.
there's no fear in her eyes, but instead a sense of anxious wonder. she doesn't even turn away from it when she hears a set of steps behind her. ]
Are you coming to try to warn me or to join me?
WILD CARD ; ( hit me up for different options from the above! open to varied scenarios and spicing things up. for the transformation option, feel free to either be the volunteer that gets transformed back (she wouldn't leave them as a rabbit β this time around) or just a witness. )
morgana pendragon | the tower
while she may have formed a mistrust of most humans, the same can't be said of her opinion towards creatures, after all. though that may simply be the part of her that dreadfully misses a particularly dear dragon friend.
she lowers herself onto her knees, pinching her dress to kneel carefully, raising a carrot to welcome in one of the sheep towards her. except as one draws in closer, so does another, trying to catch a nibble of the vegetable in her hands. she nearly laughs, something honest for once rather than cunning, her fingers tracing against the wool.
if she isn't spotted with the sheep, though, morgana might be seen peering curiously at the small shrieking weed, intrigue in her eyes as she kneels low to study it from a short distance. ]
You're a peculiar little thing, aren't you? [ like the kind of rare magical creatures she's come to encounter in her own world. there's something almost sorrowful as she speaks softly to it. ] I do hope they treat you well.
NIGHTFALL, SPARRING ; [ for someone raised in gowns, practicing the proper etiquette of a lady of the royal court, morgana knows fairly well how to handle herself in a fight β even without use of her magic. after all, how many times had she bested arthur himself, unmatched champion of most tournaments held in camelot?
of course, the locals don't seem too impressed, not convinced of a woman of her build to actually win a contest, but it doesn't differ much from what she's used to. she hardly bats an eye as she spins the stick in her hand as she would a sword, as she peers around. ]
Is there no one willing to take up the challenge?
NIGHTFALL, BONFIRE ; [ as the music plays out and there's a jolly atmosphere surrounding the burning fire, morgana can't swallow down the melancholy that blossoms in her chest. her fingers wrap more tightly around the cup of mead in her hold as she sits upon a log that earns a brilliant view of the blazing fire, the reflection of it against her eyes making it appear as if they burn within.
she simply hadn't imagined coming face to face with a sight like this, to be within it, simple folk with little to their name save for the lands around them that they live on. her natural instinct is to scoff and think the naive idiocy of peasants, but she can regretfully recall a time she longed for this, when she'd watched the druids attempt it, when she wanted this life for herself. ]
Quite a sight, isn't it? [ she says quietly, with a nod of her chin. she speaks of the locals mostly, their enthusiasm for their work, their drive in maintaining their livelihood. there's a desire to look at it with spite, but within, she's aware there's something else β envy, perhaps. subtle as it may be. ] With the desperate call for our assistance in this world, you'd think it'd all be burning. Even if it were, where is our obligation to save it?
[ though her tone doesn't bear any scoffing sharpness, but rather, a pondering one, her eyes unfocused and lost in thought. ]
DAY TWO, POWERS ; [ there's an unquestionable thrill as she watches the performance of demonstrated magic, from the flash of red of wanda's spell to the swirling wisps of blue and gold from himeka's staff. perhaps it's the lack of secrecy in it, the openness of such inner abilities, but any disinterest for this mission that's been forced upon them seems to shrivel away for the moment as she observes the capabilities within the group.
there's a sense of doubt when it is her turn, not out of any lack of confidence about what she's capable of, but rather the style of it. how long since morgana had cast something that wasn't malicious in some form? she considers herself before she makes a few attempts.
the first has her bringing out the brochure that was given to her the day prior. she flips the page until she settles on one of the drawings, snickering briefly before she lets the entire paper levitate from her hand. she hovers a pair of fingers over the drawing of her choice, the elk, muttering an enchantment. after a moment, a manifestation of the elk springs out from the page, looking less like ... a real version, and more an enlarged animation of the blue sparkling drawing, the animal prancing circles around the group.
when she mutters another spell to bring the elk back into the page, she then asks for a volunteer. smiling almost mischievously when they stand before her, she speaks another spell, words of another language, her eyes glowing gold. soon, the volunteer's body matches the glow briefly before their body shifts in its shape, followed with their transformation into a small rabbit. ]
Cute, aren't they? [ she snickers, picking up the rabbit into her hands and caressing its fur gently. all mere tavern tricks, of course, with nothing that demonstrates the real danger of those spells nor ones she doesn't choose to show off in this moment. ]
DAY TWO, WOODS ; [ don't go into the woods, it'd said on the pamphlet. several times, in fact, which only seemed to work at heightening her own curiosity of it further. she can sense it, the magic beyond it, the possibility of all that lives in there, hinting by the scribbled drawings on the page.
she has no weapon on her person, nothing but a small bag of fruits and herbs, as well as a few quickly concocted potions from what little she's pulled together. but she stares at the trees like she's more than ready β and she is, since every spell in her memory is prepared on her tongue to defend herself if necessary.
there's no fear in her eyes, but instead a sense of anxious wonder. she doesn't even turn away from it when she hears a set of steps behind her. ]
Are you coming to try to warn me or to join me?
WILD CARD ; ( hit me up for different options from the above! open to varied scenarios and spicing things up. for the transformation option, feel free to either be the volunteer that gets transformed back (she wouldn't leave them as a rabbit β this time around) or just a witness. )