The sense that Helen was mearly trying to flatter her was strong, but Morgan decided to allow her ego to be stroked instead. "I am no longer mortal," she gloated. "Your laws do not apply, especially not those that say I should be no more than dust long scattered by the wind."
She had the urge to dance, sing, fly, anything to shout her victories and announce her glorious existence. She wouldn't, though. Oh no. Her supposed return should be more subtle, to allow the old legend to blend with the new. Let them remember how she brought Camelot to its knees and destroyed the prophetized kingdom.
Perhaps her chance run-in with this not-mortal could be twisted to her benefit in this regard. But first, Morgan wanted to know how she - a mortal - had the strands of fate so twisted that not even the great Morgan le Fay could see through the knots to her end.
"You should know much about those who wield great power." She winked mischievously. "You do not posses power, but power runs through your veins. I can see it, bright, something ancient."
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Date: 2012-08-01 02:45 pm (UTC)From:She had the urge to dance, sing, fly, anything to shout her victories and announce her glorious existence. She wouldn't, though. Oh no. Her supposed return should be more subtle, to allow the old legend to blend with the new. Let them remember how she brought Camelot to its knees and destroyed the prophetized kingdom.
Perhaps her chance run-in with this not-mortal could be twisted to her benefit in this regard. But first, Morgan wanted to know how she - a mortal - had the strands of fate so twisted that not even the great Morgan le Fay could see through the knots to her end.
"You should know much about those who wield great power." She winked mischievously. "You do not posses power, but power runs through your veins. I can see it, bright, something ancient."