when she comes here, she talks to the trees

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Like a fairytale heroine, Morgana walks through this strange land with her red velvet cloak wrapped tight around her. She takes careful and nervous steps across the floor, trying hard not to think of what isn't beneath her feet, and under her cloak is the faint outline of a hilt. Morgana stops at the edge of the forest, near a silver tree. It seems the most sensible place to make her appeal.]

[She speaks to herself at first, quietly, her hands drawn together as if she wants to wring them but is just barely holding back. She talks to herself first, nervous.]

I don't know any kind of magic that could form this. Even the Sidhe, surely . . . Perhaps those children were—but this cannot be Avalon. No apples even on this unearthly tree.

[The glass floor reminds her of the crystal shells that hold the stars and planets up in the sky. It's terrifying. But still she must speak.]

[Morgana gathers herself, and her almost-wringing hands become clasped together, controlled. She straightens up and lifts her head.] Sorcerer or Sidhe or whatever other being you may be, you will not convince the king of magic's goodness if you continue to wield it against him and his family. Should any ill come to my guard or to me, there will be retribution. You hurt yourself and all your people by such action.

Speak to me. I want to help. I too would see magic given its old place as partner and asset to Camelot's throne.

Please come forward. It's clear I could do you no harm even if I so desired.

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[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Juni is leaning just inside the forest, wearing a white dress splattered with green blood at the edges and a thoughtful expression. With her hair down her back and her skin much paler than one who always walks in the sun she looks half like a fairytale herself, though more a evil queen than a brave heroine.]

[She takes one step forwards. Halts. Considers fading into the trees again and watching from a distance...]

[But no. She spoke of magic. And it is time to end this endless lurking and watching that she's been indulging in as her world grows tighter and tighter around her.]

Things are not always as they seem.

[She steps forwards, skirt brushing the ground as she strolls.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana watches her carefully, cautiously, but not suspiciously. Just with the wariness of someone who has gotten very used to having enemies. She says nothing of the blood.]

So it would hold in a place like this. Are you its conjurer?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Juni is used to that feeling. But enemies are totally better than friends, Right?]

[Right?]

I am a magician... Of a sort, yes. But my lands are far from here.

...Another world, in fact.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Totally right.]

[Morgana stands up a little bit straighter at that. You don't grow up in Camelot without developing healthy wariness of such things.] From what land do you hail, sorceress?

[endofruins.livejournal.com]

Is there really a such thing as magic where you're from, miss?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana's assumption? Sidhe of some kind. So she is going to be cautious.]

Yes, there is, in many forms.

[endofruins.livejournal.com]

So, I guess all those kinds of stories are true.

Does that mean you're magical, too?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[There's a brief flash of alarm, covered by a smile.] Not at all. Not all the people in my world have magic.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

I don't think this place is magic...What's a Sidhe?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[He looks a bit like a knight! She can work with this.] The Sidhe are a race of immortals who live on Avalon. They are powerful, magical beings.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[KNIGHT IS IN HIS CLASS PROGRESSION!] Sounds kinda like Djinn...But I don't think there are any here....

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[SEE? Win.] I've never heard of Djinn. What manner of creature are they?

[sosweet]

[Sensing a presence nearby, Saga hides behind a tree. Peeking from the trunk, he watches a woman wearing a red cloak. After hearing her soft but firm voice making a demand, he leaves his hiding place and appears in front of her, walking in her direction.]

I barely think there is magic involved, my lady.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She is careful not to take a step back, but the hair is strange and so keeps her on guard. Still, she remains polite. Not all creatures of magic are to be guarded against. She manages a smile.]

What else could it be, if not magic, to bring a person from the earthen streets of their city to a place like this?

[sosweet]

[Admire his angel-facegold armor as well. He stops and looks at her carefully, assuming she is from the Middle Ages.]

Magic has nothing to do in this case. This is the part of the Astral Plane, an interlude between worlds an realities.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Mixed signals here with the knightly armour and the magic hair. And the eyes.]

Like the gate that separates the mortal world from that of the Sidhe?

[lamb_of_gold]

[And why the hell not]

But this is no place of magic.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[WHAT IS WITH YOU PEOPLE WITH THE ODDLY COLOURED HAIR. Morgana can't help her Uther-engrained response to this sort of thing.]

It would seem at the least that it is not of the mortal world. I've never seen any trees like this.

[lamb_of_gold]

[CAUSE ITH PRETTEH]

[Somewhat sadly,] They were gifts from a Goddess who no longer walks this way.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Cally has a possum on her shoulder and a beam upon her face. For she is helpful, yo.]

Hallo!

...Where's Camelot?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Cally, be happy. Morgana knows what a possum is.]

In Albion, near the kingdoms of Mercia and Cenred.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[...Cally adores her.]

Huh, sounds interestin'. D'you like it there?

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

It's not magic.

[Says a dark knight type. At least he looks to be from a similar time period. His tone is much less genteel, though the book in his hand lends him a sense of accessibility that might not be present otherwise.]

It's some kind of advanced technology.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[You know there are zombie knights that look a bit like you--]

I haven't found anyone yet who can tell me what kind it is.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[He is not a zombie, just a really cranky teenager.]

If technology like this existed on my world it would have been destroyed thousands of years ago. Whatever it is, it's beyond our understanding right now.

... Go home and try to forget about this place. It isn't safe, not for a king and not for his representatives.

[A cranky teenager-- and a forgotten noble son with a weakness for princesses.]