Turn a Blind Eye [Alistair] Sept 17, 2011 10:49:26 GMT -5
Post by mysery on Sept 17, 2011 10:49:26 GMT -5
It had only been a few short months since Morgana had been rescued from Camelot by her sister. And rescued was the appropriate term. Even now, she still sometimes woke with the terrifying sensation that she could not breathe, and she scrambled for purchase until it sunk in that she was awake, that she was safe and Merlin could not hurt her here. It was these days that Morgause permitted her to spend time alone outside the haven that was their home. She understood better than most that Morgana would never truly heal from what Merlin did to her; that she would never forget it. Morgana never ventured far, and she knew that the Blood Guards would never be too distant from her, but it gave her the space she needed to bring everything back into focus.
On one of these trips, Morgana paused by the bank of one of the smaller rivers in the forests and sighed, claiming a seat on one of the fallen logs. The peace and serenity of the forests was amazing, and it never failed to calm her. Since leaving Camelot, and beginning her tutalage under Morgause, Morgana had found that her surroundings were not as inconsequential as she had once thought them to be. The forests were alive with nature, with power that she had never experienced before. She could almost lay her hands against a tree and feel it now, thanks to her sister. How could Uther despise something as amazing as magic? How could he preach its evils to the world, when he clearly had no understanding of it? Morgause was right. Uther was a blind fool.
Turning from those thoughts, and wanting to clense her mind of anything related to Uther Pendragon, Morgana moved and knelt by the water. Extending her hand like Morgause had shown her, she reached inside herself and tried to summon her magic. She had nowhere near the skill her sister had demonstrated on a regular basis, but Morgana knew with time her abilities would improve. Already she was garnering some small control over the visions that had plagued her for years. With her focus, some of the water rose from the river and floated up into her hand, curling around and in on itself as Morgana turned her hand over and smiled. Magic was such a wonderous thing.
As absorbed as the former lady of Camelot was, she failed to notice the approach of someone until a twig snapped loudly, and her concentration was broken. The water splashed back down and she whirled around. "Who goes there?" she demanded.
Setting: Somewhere in Albion
Timeline: In the One Year Gap