A rasping voiced pitched at a whisper swirls around Morgause, moving the air and gently rustling the branches overhead.
"And why shouldn't you? Who are you to deserve more than that?"
While Morgause may not be one for dramatics, Mab has a fondness for theatrics. Without warning, the wind picks up all around, scattering a few errant leaves and flinging tiny, stinging bits of debris in every direction. The onslaught is powerful yet brief, stopping as suddenly as it started. When it does, Mab appears at a distance where she can be seen but not with any great clarity.
This witch has momentarily caught her eye but not yet proven to be worth more than a passing glance. There is so much for her to see and do now that she's returned to the mortal realm after such a long absence that she's loathe to waste time, even a theoretical eternity of it. Not to mention, she's never been one to be called forth easily, not even by her most devoted worshipers, let alone a presumptuous witch.
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"And why shouldn't you? Who are you to deserve more than that?"
While Morgause may not be one for dramatics, Mab has a fondness for theatrics. Without warning, the wind picks up all around, scattering a few errant leaves and flinging tiny, stinging bits of debris in every direction. The onslaught is powerful yet brief, stopping as suddenly as it started. When it does, Mab appears at a distance where she can be seen but not with any great clarity.
This witch has momentarily caught her eye but not yet proven to be worth more than a passing glance. There is so much for her to see and do now that she's returned to the mortal realm after such a long absence that she's loathe to waste time, even a theoretical eternity of it. Not to mention, she's never been one to be called forth easily, not even by her most devoted worshipers, let alone a presumptuous witch.