❦ 008-> video.

[veneficus]

[ In Camelot, this would have been an image one might have seen every day. The Lady Morgana is standing by her window, gazing outside. It's all she did at some days, stood by the window in dread of the outside or, at other cases, longing for it. And now here she is as she was there, all beautiful gown and pale skin, red lips and dark hair and dark thoughts.

Still, a moment later a smile graces her lips.]

I am almost embarrassed to think I was introduced to some of you in my previous...condition. It would please me to greet you once again now that it passed and I am myself again.

-- I should like to thank those who have helped me. Would that this city continue to be blessed with such kindness. Let us not forget, our strength lies in this. It is in arms and swords and bows but also in the union, the fellowship.

[ Optimism laced with morbidness. Gosh. A breathe (a sigh?) and the feed is closed. ]



[ Filtered to Father, Sire, Uther/ Private / Unhackable]

[ What does she even. How does she even. He knows. Arthur would have spoken to him by now. ]

I think I should like to have words with you.

[ Sire? My Lord? Father? She doesn't address him as any; too odd. ]