[ After everyone's help at the outset of the blizzard, Morgana has been splitting her time between keeping to herself and offering her assistance wherever she can. Finding and preparing food, lending her strength to those in need, fetching and carrying - in whatever way, she is determined to be of use.
Unlike many, she's seemed almost to have more strength lately. She's slept so well, better than she has in years. No dreams have come to her at all.
As much as it leaves her much better rested... she almost misses the nightmares. Perhaps she could have seen something...
Much of her time alone has been spent in silence, looking intently at her hands. If she truly has magic then perhaps she will be able to create fire as the others are, to help in a more tangible way - but so far it has been fruitless. Until, that is, the moment the block lifts. She can feel it. Something different that she can't put her finger on.
The next time she tries, she finds the power almost too quickly - a nearby candle bursts into a momentary inferno and she gasps at its sudden intensity. Luckily it doesn't catch on anything and dies down as her surprise breaks her concentration. She looks around, nervous - did anybody see that? ]