[ Morgause carries with her a strong air of magic and, also, a slightly less sombre colour spectrum than Wednesday. She's fond of red, and her long dress trails slightly down the steps into the tomb even as she holds it up. The flicker of the traditional torch (it's samhain, who would use a battery powered light?) picks up the shadows as she walks in -- and picks out Wednesday herself, who is rather akin to a pale shadow.
Morgause was here for her own reasons, and did not expect to have company. She pauses, offers an amused sort of smile finally. ]
Blessed be.
[ She switches the torch to her other hand and picks up the train of her dress again. ]
Well, I had not expected to keep company with the living.
Oh my god please app
Morgause was here for her own reasons, and did not expect to have company. She pauses, offers an amused sort of smile finally. ]
Blessed be.
[ She switches the torch to her other hand and picks up the train of her dress again. ]
Well, I had not expected to keep company with the living.