[ you know what. you know what. she's had a rough millennia. she just wanted to scare some people with a ghost story or two. she thought it might be festive. fun, even. seeing people go pale in terror was a delight, at times! how morgana reveled in knowing she had caused such a reaction...

(all right, so that's just being mean, but who cares.)

but then there's this bitch.

and morgana laughs lightly, a sweet chirp of a giggle, pressing her flesh hand to her lips in such a girlish way it's hard not to notice she's a child of but sixteen. probably. ]

Goodness, no. I was abandoned by all in my life, and scooped up into the arms of a tyrant. As a peasant and a slave, manners were carved out of me, inch by inch.

You remind me of a monkey, my dear, hunched over your meal like that. Sit pretty and proud. I can hardly imagine how you expect to swallow in such a position.