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[gonna_be_good]

Those who witnessed Morgana's first arrival might recognize the look on her face; she's trembling, near breakdown. The earlier innocent pleasure she showed is gone, replaced by hurt and fear, and oh so much anger at the world; at everyone who had skirted around the truth; at her father

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[fannyfae]

Decide if the potential reward is worth the price. If you are willing to live with the consequences of either, do as you wish.

[fannyfae]

Unable to contain herself at her words, Faelyn let out peals of laughter. "As if he could successfully ban such things! He might as well have told the sun not to shine, or the rain not to fall on his armor, or the crops not to grow. What arrogance the man has!" Finally, her laughter subsided. She shook her head, "And out of curiosity, do you obey his every whim on such matters?"

[gonna_be_good]

"Perhaps I spoke too lightly; I meant he killed almost all of those who used them, and threatens to do the same to those still left." She hesitates. "But no. I don't."

[fannyfae]

"So he is afraid of the very thing that you are...that both of us are." Faelyn shrugged, "Typical, particularly of men."

Faelyn was silent for the space of several heartbeats before speaking at last. "What such men do not know that you can receive a vision within the flame of a candle or a lighted fire on the hearth, even a cup of ale at the dinning hall. A pricked finger on a spindle or a needle, the blood woven into the hem of a garment, a vegetable peeled by a scullery maid - all can have magic woven within them. Each act, like the stones that make up a castle wall, can be used to your advantage, and your father would be none the wiser."

[gonna_be_good]

"I'm still learning, unfortunately..."

[fannyfae]

"Even the oldest and wisest Witches and Mages are still learning; so you are in very good company."

OOC: I do need to head to bed as I have to work very early tomorrow. The muse and scribe both thank you for the lovely RP. Perhaps they can pick up the thread again. :)"

[gonna_be_good]

A small smile. "That is good to know..."

OOC: I look forward to seeing them both, then. :)

[fannyfae]

"Trust me...it's a lifelong process. If it were not, a Witch or a Mage could have kept someone as short-sighted as your father from doing such things to our peers - and those who were merely victims of circumstantial evidence."

She gave the young woman a small smile. "I suppose introductions are in order," she said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I Faelyn Gan Caenach, Madame le Comtesse de Rochefort. And might I have the pleasure of your name, Mademoiselle, your Grace?"

[gonna_be_good]

"The Lady Morgana," she murmurs, taking some comfort in formality as she takes the hand.

[fannyfae]

"Mon plaisir, Madmoiselle Morganna" Faelyn said in French as she took Morgana's hand in her own. "Who has been teaching you the ways of Magic then?"

[gonna_be_good]

I found one teacher in the Nexus... and another at home, though he's only barely more advanced then me..."

[fannyfae]

"To be fair, I rarely take on a protege', but since you were no doubt born as you are and it is far too dangerous to go about unexperienced, perhaps something might be arranged." Faelyn gives her a wry smile. "We could always tell your noble father that I am teaching you to embroider."

[gonna_be_good]

"Extra lessons would be nice... It's... difficult to know when my normal teacher will be in the Nexus..."

[fannyfae]

"I am more or less around a good deal of the time," she nodded. "What of the magical arts do you think yourself best at, Lady Morgana?"

[gonna_be_good]

"Potions, I suppose... elements tend to get out of hand with me. And dreams."

[fannyfae]

'Excellent. I tend to be especially good with poisons and elements - amognst other things." She goes over to a shelf and plucks down a very large, thick leatherbound tome. Carrying it to a nearby table she lets it fall onto the flat surface with a loud, audible thud. Closed, it must be at least six or seven inches thick.

Faelyn thoughtfully tumbs through the large volume and finds the very page she wants. A long slender finger goes down the aged parchment page beside a meticulously drawn picture of a plants, alongside glyphs standing for elements and Sidhe script. She glances up at Morgana, "I don't suppose you read the Fae language or Sidhe script do you?"