Now that got an interested eyebrow raise. So he was familiar with the ways of magic? That could bode well for the both of them. If only she could get her wrists free and have access to her guitar, her magic could flow more freely... but until she knew what to DO with her magic, maybe she was better chained up.
Speaking of things that were meant to be locked away, apparently her memories weren't. They had reached a door with no way to walk around it - no other hallways, and the stairs vanishing behind them. Morgana let out a long groan of annoyance. "Fiiine. But if I see my old man, I'm running right back around and I don't care what happens."
Fortunately, the chains around her ankles were at least long enough for her to be overly dramatic when she wanted to be - which was why she kicked the door open instead of tuning the golden knob.
Inside was the bedroom of a pampered, spoiled princess... that had been ripped to shreds. Fluffy pink pillows were torn apart, a pink rug was now upside down and covered in tears and cobwebs, tattered books were falling off a fallen over bookcase... The walls were adorned with faded posters of Rock Stars - not that her guest would know who any of them were. A pile of scribbled journals full of song lyrics lay in one corner, a broken cage for her familiars in another. All the while, rock music was absolutely blasting from a radio that had seen better days with buttons falling off.
"If we're following the rules of memories, then the only way to leave this place is to leave the way I did in the real world... out the window."
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Speaking of things that were meant to be locked away, apparently her memories weren't. They had reached a door with no way to walk around it - no other hallways, and the stairs vanishing behind them. Morgana let out a long groan of annoyance. "Fiiine. But if I see my old man, I'm running right back around and I don't care what happens."
Fortunately, the chains around her ankles were at least long enough for her to be overly dramatic when she wanted to be - which was why she kicked the door open instead of tuning the golden knob.
Inside was the bedroom of a pampered, spoiled princess... that had been ripped to shreds. Fluffy pink pillows were torn apart, a pink rug was now upside down and covered in tears and cobwebs, tattered books were falling off a fallen over bookcase... The walls were adorned with faded posters of Rock Stars - not that her guest would know who any of them were. A pile of scribbled journals full of song lyrics lay in one corner, a broken cage for her familiars in another. All the while, rock music was absolutely blasting from a radio that had seen better days with buttons falling off.
"If we're following the rules of memories, then the only way to leave this place is to leave the way I did in the real world... out the window."
From a room which was several stories up.