I hope things seem to have calmed down a bit now at least. And it looks like we have new arrivals again. Welcome to Asgard, I guess? I'm Clementine. It's....not so bad once you get used to things here. Better food and beds than back home at least. And no walkers.

[Yup. After the chaos back home, it's the simple things that Clementine is grateful for, really. But there's something to her voice, an edge and tiredness betraying her otherwise cheerful attempt at a welcome. It's evident the kid has not been sleeping well lately, especially to those that know her.]

Um, I wanted to ask, has anybody else been getting weird drawings lately? [The next is quieter, clearly not focused to the bracelet as Clementine turns to talk to her kitten.] Midnight, it's okay. I'll feed you in a minute, okay?

[She holds up some drawings that a certain grey skinned, thin new arrival has been leaving for her as examples. They are all pretty....creepy. Especially for a kid her age. I've been finding them at our home and I'm not sure who is doing them but it....kind of creepy. So I was wondering if anyone else was getting them too?

[And here is where Midnight will come over and headbutt her shoulder and meow, clearly wanting attention and food.] Okay, okay, I'm coming....

Thanks, if you can help.

[And with that, the bracelet is turned off, Clementine going to distract herself by focusing on her kitten.]

[ooc: Yup, this is actually the result of her meeting Pitch. He kind of followed her home without her realizing and has been sending her nightmare fuel drawings as a result of being one of the few kids around that he could mess with. Not that Clementine herself is aware of that. An example would be here of the things Pitch has been leaving.]

[ you may all be used to haughtiness as far as morgana's appearances on the network go but today she even looks different. all white gown with golden threads and hair falling down her back, she looks more like the girl who she once was, less like the woman she has become. ]

Asgard. I hope this finds you well.

I have a favor to ask of you, if it pleases you. I know some of you have never nor ever will look upon me favorably but it is not for my sake.

-- Many had left the city. You know of it, it is not news. Many of them were once whom I loved. But they are back to their own realms and I -

[ will not think of it. not now. this is not about them all, just about one. ]

Among them was someone whom I loved better than most for he had loved me just the same. He was a child of eleven years named Mordred. A druid boy I once helped rescue and my kin and above all, a friend. One who was.

[ almost like her own child; but again, she will not swell on it ]

Life is not simple for a lonely Druid boy in our realm and this child is without a protector, he returns to uncertainty and fear. He might yet return here and he might not and I do not know how much this would do and yet I would ask this of you.

If you had known him and even if you hadn't, think of him. I do not know to which God or Gods you pray or if you pray at all. But if you do, mention his name.

Thank you.