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a curse for every mile of ocean crossed
Characters: Morgana and thou!
Location: Across the Multiverse
Time: Throughout the day
Summary: Magic is banned in Camelot, which is clearly why Morgana is getting magically shunted through the multiverse.
Warnings: Your princess is in another universe.
[Feel free to just comment here, starting off describing your character doing whatever, and Morgana will randomly appear beside them. Use log-style prose or spam-style brackets, as you prefer]
Location: Across the Multiverse
Time: Throughout the day
Summary: Magic is banned in Camelot, which is clearly why Morgana is getting magically shunted through the multiverse.
Warnings: Your princess is in another universe.
[Feel free to just comment here, starting off describing your character doing whatever, and Morgana will randomly appear beside them. Use log-style prose or spam-style brackets, as you prefer]
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Mu stood as she drew closer and gestured that she should sit, if she wished. He kept the steps as clean as he could, free of dirt and debris and in the midday sun, the white stone seemed to glow.
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But she did not want to be alone in a strange place. No matter how peaceful it might seem.
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There was debris inside the threshold that Mu had yet to clean and repair, but he led Morgana around it carefully. Inside the temple it was a few degrees cooler, and the faint noise from outside echoed away to nothing. Aside from the clanking of the Aries Cloth, and the softer sound of footfalls, the temple was silent.
Mu led her through some wide open corridoors, and into a narrow one that ended in a small, windowed, sitting area that feautred a few chairs and a scattering of books. There, he excused himself for a brief second, slipping into an attatched room, and re-emerging with a finely crafted clay cup filled with water.
"Please," he offered, handing her the water, "Sit if you'd like."
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Somehow, freer.
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