It was packed with something, magic? Souls? Who knows.
The city transformed itself into a mass graveyard. A city of the dead.
How quaint. And oddly fitting.
In Camelot, some would say the Lady Morgana had a talent to move about without a sound. A gift that had perfected from childhood. But even she went somewhat noticed these days. After all, she wasn't a ghost.
To some, she'd look as if she belonged in this atmosphere. A lady of pale skin and dark hair, covered in a hood and a cloak that dragged behind her. She was white and black and crimson red.
Perhaps this, too, will one day become part of her myth. Morgan Le Fay, she had heard that whispered here and then.
Morgana Le Fay, she's insist, if they had to. And she wasn't too disturbed today, though the next day, she will look convincingly so. She'll cry and throw herself at the tomb and shut herself in her room and look weak and fragile.
Not today.
She walked among the dead, listening to their whispers and ignoring most of them. She had no interest in the dead.
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Date: 2011-10-24 12:41 am (UTC)It was packed with something, magic? Souls? Who knows.
The city transformed itself into a mass graveyard. A city of the dead.
How quaint. And oddly fitting.
In Camelot, some would say the Lady Morgana had a talent to move about without a sound. A gift that had perfected from childhood. But even she went somewhat noticed these days. After all, she wasn't a ghost.
To some, she'd look as if she belonged in this atmosphere. A lady of pale skin and dark hair, covered in a hood and a cloak that dragged behind her. She was white and black and crimson red.
Perhaps this, too, will one day become part of her myth. Morgan Le Fay, she had heard that whispered here and then.
Morgana Le Fay, she's insist, if they had to. And she wasn't too disturbed today, though the next day, she will look convincingly so. She'll cry and throw herself at the tomb and shut herself in her room and look weak and fragile.
Not today.
She walked among the dead, listening to their whispers and ignoring most of them. She had no interest in the dead.
Well fitting that he shall be here too. ]
Tom.
[ Her voice was calm and deep and neutral. ]