InsaneJournal

WHO: ickle!Morgause and Morgana
WHAT: Spoiling?
WHEN: Morning before lunch
WHERE: Morgana's home
RATING: Low, though death by cuteness is possible
STATUS: In Progress

Morgause was not happy, and it was still showing in her face. She didn't care that it was a nice, warm place it wasn't home. She was meant to be learning all the things she could do and here she was, sitting doing nothing with her time other than practicing what she knew and bullying Morgana into helping her learn new things. Morgana was nice, and often told her things that she wanted to know, but she wasn't the Priestesses who she had grown up with. She wasn't willing to teach her everything, and on top of that she didn't have the knowledge that the others had. The things she was meant to get to know.

Sighing, she crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her legs onto the little table in front of her, looking out of the window. She really was in a huff, and it was just to do with the lack of getting to do what she was meant to do with ease. There was little she was allowed to do here and at times it bored her. Okay it bored her all the time. Huffing again, she glared out of the window, unaware of the vase she had made float behind her head ready to smash.