#kitchenwtch

@kitchenwtch​ asked:  “ You saved me? I thought you didn’t like me. “

“Oh I don’t like you.” She replied bluntly, offering a hand to help them stand. “Would not take it personally though, I do not like most people. Does not mean I am so lacking that I would just leave you there when I could help you.”

@kitchenwtch​ said: ❝How much have you had to drink?❞

    “A little?” her voice is faint, hazy with the wine that sweetens it, yet rendering her mind a blurry mess. Looking up at Cassandra, she knows for sure she has no obligation to confess her little crime, but it must be obvious, and Morgana was never one to remind people of their position. Fingers rubbing her neck gently, she sighs. It’s not that she planned to go too hard on the wine, it just happened. On accident. That had absolutely nothing to do with the latest execution of a sorcerer that Uther made a public display of. 

        she hadn’t come to seek out the magically gifted of camelot. she didn’t want to steal them away from their homes, their lives. she hoped she could meet with the king, convince him that magic could be good if only he would let it. but the girl caught her eye, and her position would not allow her to pass by. instead, she approached the girl, laying a hand gently on her arm. ‘ your father and sister are safe. ‘