TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[consolidating]

Morgana.

[ the name comes tumbling out of Arthur's lips and it's foolish but he cannot call it back once it does. it's an instinct, something he cannot hope to control. because she's there, perhaps a dozen steps away and he wants to blame her for all of this. it would be easy; morgana is a sorceress and not a weak one either. and in the last years she had brought nothing but fire and axes and destruction to his borders so why can't she arrange him to be sent away?

it'll be easy to blame morgana except that she looks as suspicious as arthur feels, just as out of place. but they cannot both be here. whatever strong enough to rend morgana's magic useless, perhaps arthur should be wary of it too.

( and he is, he is; but that doesn't mean she's harmless, she's anything but )

his hand goes to the hilt of his sword but lingers there. she has magic, he knows; and she doesn't fight fair, he knows that, too. ]

it would seem you are upon foreign lands, my Lady.

[ or are they foreign? can Arthur even trust anything she says?

(no, no he can't.) ]

[scinlae]

[ her name comes from his lips and sets her on edge, a familiar thrum dances about her fingers. she still remembers the last they spoke, the look of realization on his face when she revealed herself. the cavern crumbling and earth falling onto her shoulders.

morgana turns with her chin raised high, determined at the least not to appear as beaten as she currently is.

he will blame her for this, she knows it before he even speaks the words, and for once she will be not the cause. for once it will not be her doing. for once she is utterly innocent. how ironic. ]

As are you, dear brother.

[consolidating]

Do these words mean something to you, truly?

[ 'dear brother', she says and it sounds as if she's mocking him with the truth of their bond. he'd call her dear sister for true, he would give her what was denied of her until now as justice would have it and morgana -

morgana would stand there, straight and tall and would sneer these words at them as if they are an insult, a mockery of all the things that she had stolen from the both of them and arthur is more angry with her for doing that than for most other things. ]

Do not use this against me, Morgana, you have done so too many times in the past.

[scinlae]

What else shall I call you, then? My Lord? Your Majesty? [ she spits the words with venom, anger and bitterness etching across her face. the feast about then disappears, the world consisting of nothing but arthur standing in her way once more. like nothing has changed. ]

I would sooner drown in my own blood.

[consolidating]

You could call me by my name, Morgana, as I do you; instead of using the one thing that ties me to you as mockery.

[ it's sharp and it's angry because she doesn't care and her indifference is maddening. ]

You are my sister. I would never say it as if it were an insult.