“Well isn’t this a surprise. What brings you all the
way to my home? I do not get visitors often.” The
raven haired woman spoke carefully, but she knew
it was because many feared her. “Would you like
something to drink or eat?”
❛ Wine, if you have it. I like to INDULGE… ❜
Morgana– yes, she knew the name. The very same as any who could claim to know the name Uther, Arthur or the barbarians of northern Albion. Eris seated herself cautiously, looking over the beauty shown painted on the face of a would-be Queen. Mortal, unlike SHE. But oh-so interesting, oh-so promising, for so FEW now could use the gifts offered by the Gods themselves…
❛ I tend to take interest in those who have… unique qualities, so to speak. ❜