[ tilting her head, morgana observes the woman from toe to head. she's beautiful, elegant. an air of mystery. danger, even. she isn't like maria, or ceren, or giselle. she isn't like the saintess, either. something entirely new... so morgana takes a chance. ]
To something, no? We all have wants and desires. To where would you run, my dear? Whose arms is it that you would crash into?
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[ tilting her head, morgana observes the woman from toe to head. she's beautiful, elegant. an air of mystery. danger, even. she isn't like maria, or ceren, or giselle. she isn't like the saintess, either. something entirely new... so morgana takes a chance. ]
To something, no? We all have wants and desires. To where would you run, my dear? Whose arms is it that you would crash into?