chaperones and limousines
Who; Morgana, OPEN
What; Shopping for dresses
Where; Marketplace
When; Mid-day
Rating; PG?
Status; ONGOING
The house, despite its almost ridiculously large size, felt suffocating, and so Morgana found herself wandering aimlessly around the marketplace. Arthur's appearance had momentarily ruined any plans of contacting the wizards that she had spoken to. If she reached out to any of them, she needed to know that they would keep her secret... but who could she even trust? She thought that she could trust Merlin, that turned out to be a horrible mistake. She pulled her red cloak tighter around her body and continued down the street.
Eventually the glitter and shine around one stall attracted Morgana like a moth to a flame. The Underworld was a dreary, and slightly damp place to live in... although the same could be said for Camelot at times. She spared a nod and smile for the man behind the stall, he barely acknowledged her. With her back turned to him, Morgana pulled down some sparkling green fabric and held it in front of her. At first she thought it was a shirt, or maybe some sort of nightgown for a small girl, but with it draped over her body Morgana realized that it was meant to be a dress. One that would show off her legs in a completely inappropriate way. The temptation to buy it was burning, but where would she wear it? There weren't any parties in the Underworld... Still, she couldn't help from looking at herself in the mirror propped up next to the stall and wondering what she would look like in it.
[OOC: Prose or bracket spam is okay~]
What; Shopping for dresses
Where; Marketplace
When; Mid-day
Rating; PG?
Status; ONGOING
The house, despite its almost ridiculously large size, felt suffocating, and so Morgana found herself wandering aimlessly around the marketplace. Arthur's appearance had momentarily ruined any plans of contacting the wizards that she had spoken to. If she reached out to any of them, she needed to know that they would keep her secret... but who could she even trust? She thought that she could trust Merlin, that turned out to be a horrible mistake. She pulled her red cloak tighter around her body and continued down the street.
Eventually the glitter and shine around one stall attracted Morgana like a moth to a flame. The Underworld was a dreary, and slightly damp place to live in... although the same could be said for Camelot at times. She spared a nod and smile for the man behind the stall, he barely acknowledged her. With her back turned to him, Morgana pulled down some sparkling green fabric and held it in front of her. At first she thought it was a shirt, or maybe some sort of nightgown for a small girl, but with it draped over her body Morgana realized that it was meant to be a dress. One that would show off her legs in a completely inappropriate way. The temptation to buy it was burning, but where would she wear it? There weren't any parties in the Underworld... Still, she couldn't help from looking at herself in the mirror propped up next to the stall and wondering what she would look like in it.
[OOC: Prose or bracket spam is okay~]