Morgana 'Mo' Floros

Witch And Healer // Co-Owner of Witches Apothecary

[allysnpcs]

Thread 1 @kingofcrows-cartwright @viduus-tenebris @morgana-the-healer​

It was about an hour after the auction when it was time to get the things that one had purchased. Viduus was there to oversee the proceedings, Cartwright was picking up the ship in a bottle he had purchased for Lavinia and Morgana was there for the book she had gotten.

All normal things really. Except for when Morgana saw the strange movement in the painting. Standing behind Cartwright, she leaned away and towards the picture to look at it, when a strange glow emitted from the painting and captured the three individuals, drawing them into the painting. It was the strangest feeling, like getting turned inside out. They landed on a dirt floor, dusty and dirty with some debris around them. The air smelled like smoke and they couldn’t even see the sky though everything had a strange red and grayish tint to it. 

Whereever they were, it sure wasn’t save

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[viduus-tenebris]

Viduus got up from the ground, dusting himself off. “Great, another suit ruined.”, he grumbled to himself, before checking his surroundings. His two companions on this unwilling journey didn’t seem to have fared much better, so he took at least a little comfort in that. After he was satisfied with having gotten the worst dirt and wrinkles out of his suit, he noticed the smell. There weren’t any other signs of fire yet, but he sure didn’t feel like waiting around until there were. Turning around, he fixed his gaze on Cartwright, not without rolling his eyes at the situation though, and swearing under his breath.

“Seriously? Well done Crowright. Got me caught up in one of your messes again?”, he half chided, half teased.

Not really waiting for an answer from the man, he turned to the woman with a charming smile, extending his hand to help her up. “I am so terribly sorry about this! If you want to sue Dorkwright later on, I have some excellent lawyers you can call.”

[kingofcrows-cartwright]

Cartwright had barely managed to gather his bearings before he heard the telltale screeching of whom had to be his least favorite person on the planet; and even worse Viduus was directing his screeching at him. 

“I accidentally sell one of your little members to a merchant once and suddenly i’m branded the bad guy for life.” He huffs and crosses his arms like a petulant child. “It was an accident, get over it.”

Taking in his surroundings with an eyeroll at Viduus for good measure, he noticed the similarities between them and a certain painting that had been at the auction. 

“Hey this ain’t me, cursed shit is a little above my pay grade. If anything, it seems right up your alley, Viduus.” He turned to Morgana, recognizing the girl from her shop. “I’ll hold him down if you wanna kick him in the balls a couple times.”

[morgana-the-healer]

Morgana groaned as she lay on her back, staring up at the red sky. She knew she wasn’t in Naraya anymore. “What-” She began to say before choking on the heavy dust, that was something she would have to get used to quick. Morgana pushed herself up with her elbows at first, bringing herself into a sitting position.

She looked around and noticed two other people had been pulled through the painting with her- if that was what really happened; she was having a hard time wrapping her mind around that idea. It was all so bizarre.

She just barely recognized the man that hid in her shop that one day that felt like months ago. “I remember you.” She tilted her head towards him. “You’re that cheeky auction guy.” She added, looking over at Viduus. She accepted his hand, using his leverage to pull herself up. “Do you know where we are?” She asked the two of them.

"Oh stop it, you two are bickering like children.” If they were going to get back home, she thought they might be a more cohesive team if they worked together- and she definitely didn’t want to be out here by herself. 

[somerabbitholes]

"hello love, my invincible friend"

[viduus-tenebris]

Grand Auction

[morgana-the-healer]

Morgana had to be careful, if she kept bidding of course the price would go up but she also didn’t want someone to walk away with the piece she wanted. She had saved her well earned cash for something special, if that meant she had to out bid other people to get what she wanted.

Mo raised her hand again, standing from her place in the crowd of chairs to be seen by the man. It worked as they locked eyes, one of her brows raising as he looked her way. “20000 Silvers” She called out after someone else raised the bid. 

xkit wasn’t working so I cut the post, hope that’s okay :/

[laviniadechevin]

Of dogs and boats and other art

[morgana-the-healer]

“Yes.” Morgana nodded, her eyes shifting back to the crowd of people hovering around the book. She took a small step closer, slowly to make sure Lavinia didn’t think she was trying to run or ignore her. “Morgana is right.” She looked back to Lavinia with a smile. 

“Oh yes, I saw that. I thought it was pretty adorable, I just hope it’s not cursed or anything.” She laughed, waving her hand in the air absently. “Cursed to be too good of a boy.” She joked, looking over at the petrait. “That does seem like the perfect gift though, do they know you’re hoping to win it for them? That’s so sweet.” She loved when friends surprise each other with gifts.

“Oh, I hope it’s not too steep either. I’ve been saving up for something special, I just didn’t know what yet - but I think this might be it.” Morgana looked over again, seizing her chance she scuffled over to the book, nodding Lavinia over. She stood in front of the book, leaning over it to get a better look. “It really is stunning.” Morgana said, her eyes studying the books intricate cover.

[elainalehane]

A Night to Remember

[morgana-the-healer]

“Good evening.” Morgana replied over her glass. She looked around the room again and then back to the woman, listening to her question. “Ah, no - I don’t really come to events like -” Mo sheepishly looked down to her dress, chic but clearly not designer unlike the posh ladies from New Cresthill, or the elegant silk dresses the women from the castle were wearing. “-this, usually.” She continued.

“I love your dress, the cut looks amazing.” Mo complimented. “I’m Morgana, friends call me Mo.” She added, hoping to make at least one acquaintance tonight. Crowds usually felt a little less lonely when you knew at least one person.

Xkit is not working, Is deleting the last reblogs better than not cutting the post?

[morgana-the-healer]

Mo’s Auction Outfit

[elainalehane]

A Night to Remember

The Auction was  the social event of the month, which naturally meant that the Narayan Times would need to attend as well.  Sadly, most of it would probably be about gossip but if something interested was to happen Elaina was sure to cover it. 

The first few rounds of Items had already been sold and now there was a intermission where everyone could get something to eat and drink and Elaine stood there on one side of the room with a drink in her hand, looking around for a good target for a good conversation, or maybe for some gossip.

[morgana-the-healer]

“One glass of champagne, please.” Mo ordered as she stood at the bar, turning to look at the crowd. Some of the faces she recognized from her neighborhood, some she knew as friends, but when she noticed a well dressed woman standing alone she wondered who she was. Mo turned back to the bar, paying for her drink before stepping away, finding a place near the center of the room to wait until the intermission was over. 

Morgana sipped on her champagne and patted down her dress as she looked back to where the woman was standing only to have lost her in the crowd. She had invited a friend only to have them be called into work at the last minute, so here she was, standing alone at the biggest event she’d been to in months in a dress that was a bit too tight for her to be fully comfortable in.

[viduus-tenebris]

Grand Auction

Viduus surveyed the room from behind the curtain of the stage. A lot of people had shown up for the auction. Some expected, some not so much he surmised, as a small smile played across his lips. Regardless, if they had money and an interest in parting with it, he’d welcome them with open arms.

He checked the buttons of his white shirt again, and made sure his cuffs showed properly from under the sleeves of his black suit, as he waited until the pitch in the auction hall had reached a certain crescendo, before stepping in front of the heavy red curtains.

“Good evening my esteemed guests, for this most wonderful of auctions!”, he let his smooth voice carry over the crowd, which quieted at his words.

As he sauntered over to the podium, he flashed a charming smile at the assembly, before opening his arms in a welcoming gesture.

“Tonight, I wish to present to you only the finest of artifacts, fitting only for the finest of buyers. Many of you have already perused our catalog while you had to wait for dear old me. ”, at that, he winked at his guests, “So without much further ado, let us begin this evenings auctions!”

He stepped behind the podium, taking a hold of a small cudgel, and removing the cloth from the first item that was placed atop a display stand.

“First up, to start us off with a bang, one of the most legendary and infamous items of our catalog! A piece certainly not amiss in any serious collection. Bids are starting at 10000 Silvers!”

(Everyone can decide for themselves, if their item is the one up for grabs currently, and all auctions will be played out at the same time. So you don’t have to wait for anyone else before you can add your reply :D )

[morgana-the-healer]

Morgana entered the room, her eyes lighting up impressed with the outfits throughout the crowd. She loved events like this where people would get together and dress up, it was the only time she could dress to her heart's content and not feel silly for it.

Morgana started at the back of the crowd, her petite frame allowing her to maneuver her way through to the front, finding a seat close enough for her to eye the display stand. A series of Ooos and Aahhs washed through the crowd as the Witches Guide to Healing was revealed.

10000 Silvers sounded like a lot to Mo, but this was a special guide so she understood why they started so high. One person raised their hand, the bid went up, then another and it rose again. 

Morgana raised hers nervously, her lips pressed together tightly as she listened to the auctioneer go on.

[laviniadechevin]

Of dogs and boats and other art

Lavinia had looked through everything that was up for sale and while there weren’t a lot of items that had caught her eye, she knew would try to buy the Dog painting for Cartwright since it would fit perfectly into his fire station but her heart was also drawn to the ship in the bottle. A reminder of her own adventures on a ship. 

When Viduus began to unveil the first items she looked over to the person next to her. “ So, what item are you looking for?” 

[morgana-the-healer]

Morgana stood at the end of a long table that housed some of the auction items, the piece she came for was surrounded by interested event goers standing in her way to see the item she wanted. She had been planning on finishing the shop’s inventory that evening, but there was an ad on her Fablegram account of one Witches Guide to Healing, a piece too valuable to not try and bid on. 

She had been so lost in her thoughts she didn’t quite listen to the woman speak next to her. Morgana bit her lip, looking from the guide to Lavinia. “Oh, hi, Lavinia, was it? Nice to see you agai- I’m sorry, am I in your way?” She asked, trying to move over a bit closer to the guide. They were standing before a ‘petrait’ of a Rescue Dog, Mo was surprised to see such a piece here tonight, as it seemed to be a very particular niche that didn’t quite seem to fit in with everything else. 

“You wouldn’t happen to know how much the Witches Guide is, would you?” She asked with a smile.

[skcgsra]

[laviniadechevin]

morgana-the-healer‌:

Mo nodded, noticing the movement of emotion carefully tucked away behind Lavinia’s eyes. She didn’t know her well, as they had just met, but she seemed like someone who had held a personal burden, once upon a time. “Someone should write a book, or at least collect the memories of those who were there before - there’s too many kids around now a’days that don’t really understand the extent of the War, or that the world just wasn’t always like this.” She shook her head. Morgana knew saying that might be conflicting, the past wasn’t too peachy, but it would have to be remembered, at least eventually.

“The Winter Court?” She asked, her eyes sparkled with excitement. “When I was a girl my father told us bedtime stories about The Winter Court. About the Balls, the Winter Queen - probably all made up, but still, that’s very interesting, very cool.” She said, knowing ‘cool’ probably wasn’t the best word to describe her awe. In the years following the change she had heard rumors of who came through to this side, of how each lady in waiting had a lip that even the knights would guard themselves from. 

“I wish I had been able to see it - I’ve seen paintings though, at the museum, but I’m sure they pale in comparison.” Morgana shook her head as she listened. “That must have been so magical.” She smiled sadly. They turned the corner and were only a few window fronts from the shop.

“ Maybe, but I’m not sure what it would help them to know. There are many true and false accounts of the past. The problem is that the ones that have the really interesting stories aren’t the ones willing to share.” she smiled sadly. She was one of them. She knew her story was interesting, heartbreaking and scandalous at times. But she wasn’t going to share it. She wasn’t going to betray her people and she wasn’t going to lie about them, there really was no middle ground.  “ Why would he have to make things up? Our balls were beautiful and great. Especially for visitors. Those that weren’t bound by our rules could enjoy them without fear of being a topic of gossip.” they did gossip about the visitors as well but that gossip couldn’t really anyone who didn’t frequent the Faery Courts. “ even if we used all the Magic we have here at once you wouldn’t be able to recreate anything like we used to have even in that one spot. And maybe that’s a good thing. It’S easier to cope if you don’t know what you’re missing.” 

[morgana-the-healer]

“What was that saying...” Morgana bit her lip in thought as she walked alongside Lavinia. “Ignorance is Bliss.” She said, her finger in the air once she found her words. “I would love to read their stories, I feel like it would be the best form to relive them - romance, revenge, redemption..” Mo let her sentence trail off, lost in thought. 

“Well, he often - ah, embellished his stories. He would throw in a princess here, a creature from the forest, all probably true but maybe not at the level of creativity that he had.” She laughed to herself, thinking of her father. They all had to leave things behind, but Lavinia was right, it was easier if you don’t remember them as much.

Mo listened as Lavinia spoke of the magic from Old Naraya. “That’s spectacular.” She sighed. “I wish we could have magic like that here.” The witch said somewhat jealous. “What was your favorite part?” Morgana asked.

I’m sorry for not cutting the post, xkit wasn’t working :(

[morgana-the-healer]

vicnae-urritz‌:

“Usually they are rather busy,” Vic agrees with a nod. “But they’re in the customer service field which means they have to be nice all the same. Besides, they’re tips are on the line if they decide to bump me whilst rushing to serve another customer.” The air between them had been light and playful thus far and despite his best attempts, he seemed to stiffen at Morgana’s comment on the size of the island. It was one thing for himself to joke about it, but another person? It was the sort of unrest that was his job to ensure nobody felt - or at least that nobody spoke about aloud. “I think it’s a rather perfect size. Nobody is too far away from each other if they need help but it’s large enough to grant just enough privacy.” 

His interest piqued when she mentioned her shop. As a Council member he knew it was the only store of it’s kind; they’d only given out one permit. “I know just the one. I may not get out much but your paperworks come across my desk once or twice. Witches’ Apothecary it’s named, is it not? Rather short and to the point, just as a shop name should be.” 

Someone pointedly coughed beside him and he glanced over to see he was in front of the glass showcasing the different bakery items sold at the shop and shuffled to the left, out of the way. “It’s not the best,” He admitted solemnly, as if it were some grave ordeal. “I shouldn’t hold you up too much longer - you said you were on break?” He softly took her hand in his own and shook it, almost completely forgetting to introduce himself. “I’m uh Vic-” He scrambled for a name that she wouldn’t recognize as a Council Member’s. “-Victor.” 

Mo nodded, listening as the man spoke. His demeanor seemed to change after she mentioned the island size. “Oh, I mean yes - but you know that saying ‘It’s a small world”? I guess it’s a good one to use for this situation - of course it’s a great size, but it can be small when it comes to seeing exes, or maybe someone you’re not find of.” She chucked, hoping to have smoothed over the situation. She hadn’t meant to complain, she was just chatting with a stranger. 

“Yes, that’s the one.” Morgana beamed. “I’m proud of our little shop, we’ve been doing exceptionally well these days - somewhat surprising, since this new world has so much to offer, especially in the medical field.” She added. 

“I- ah, yes I guess  I should be getting back, I wouldn’t want to leave Zameen to the teens wanting a Tarot Reading.” Morgana shook her head. “Well, it was lovely to meet you Victor, even under the unfortunate circumstances.” She joked, holding up the coffee they had previously argued about.

[morgana-the-healer]

laviniadechevin‌:

Lavinia had some guesses where she would be and she preferred this life. It was almost a selfish thought. Back in Old Naraya she had had a duty to fulfil. To be the future vessel for the Winter Queen, a position she would have to fill in order for her people to survive and thrive. Now that she was here she could be her own person without a chosen destiny. But she feared for her people.  The ones that had been left behind. Maybe their Kingdom was still standing. Maybe it wasn’t. Either way she couldn’t influence it.  “ Don’t worry. Noone came here without a tragedy.” 

“ I lived at the Winter Court.” she said and smiled thinking of her old home. There were paintings off it at the museum but nothing could accurately catch the way the light shone through the ice. And while Magic would make it possible for her to recreate some of it here, the light was just different. It was hard to explain.

“ It’s a true loss. For all the backstabbing and games played at Court it was by far one of the most beautiful and stunning places in Old Naraya. A lot of people would travel from one Court to the next and marvel that they could experience all 4 seasons in a matter of days.” 

Mo nodded, noticing the movement of emotion carefully tucked away behind Lavinia’s eyes. She didn’t know her well, as they had just met, but she seemed like someone who had held a personal burden, once upon a time. “Someone should write a book, or at least collect the memories of those who were there before - there’s too many kids around now a’days that don’t really understand the extent of the War, or that the world just wasn’t always like this.” She shook her head. Morgana knew saying that might be conflicting, the past wasn’t too peachy, but it would have to be remembered, at least eventually.

“The Winter Court?” She asked, her eyes sparkled with excitement. “When I was a girl my father told us bedtime stories about The Winter Court. About the Balls, the Winter Queen - probably all made up, but still, that’s very interesting, very cool.” She said, knowing ‘cool’ probably wasn’t the best word to describe her awe. In the years following the change she had heard rumors of who came through to this side, of how each lady in waiting had a lip that even the knights would guard themselves from. 

“I wish I had been able to see it - I’ve seen paintings though, at the museum, but I’m sure they pale in comparison.” Morgana shook her head as she listened. “That must have been so magical.” She smiled sadly. They turned the corner and were only a few window fronts from the shop.

[fattyofbabylon]

My babies 💜🌿

[morgana-the-healer]

the plants in the window of Witches Apothecary

[skcgsra]

[morgana-the-healer]

laviniadechevin‌:

“ Of course.” she didn’t have qualms about it. She had never been overly fond of people calling her by her title unless it was directly at court and she would feel very odd being called by her last name as it seemed too formal. Morgana wasn’t a friend by any means since they had just met, but she was a pleasant person and the sudden formality would just be uncomfortable for everyone.

“ That sounds like a Curse in its own. I never know if it’s better to remember or not. Things are so different now.” she said with a smile, thinking back. Everyone was a lot more anonymous, even her outside of the Winter Court. But that didn’t have to be something positive. 

“ Oh what a sweet lie.” she laughed. “ I know I look older than 20.” she smiled and shook her head. “ I was born long before everything changed. I guess I got the best and worst of both of it. I didn’t live in Fabledale, I was lucky to be here, at least according to the Council.” 

“I could imagine.” Mo nodded to herself. She would always keep the happy memories of her happy family in her heart, but unfortunately she would never be rid of the torturous ones that haunted her nightmares. In the beginning Mo would dream of her family, of her sisters giggle as they were chased around the village. Her dirty feet as they made their journey through the warzone. Mo shook her head, a shiver running down her back. “Sorry.” She said aloud as she shook her head. “Yes, things are different now. I’m thankful for New Naraya, goddess knows where I’d be if it weren’t for the curse.” She smiled softly.

“Well, you do look great, whatever age you are.” She commented, looking over at Lavinia and the way her hair shone in the sim sunshine as they walked. “Where were you from? Ah - before Fabledale, of course.” She hugged her jacket around herself. She had read a book of maps that had explained Old Naraya, hoping to find some possible information on her family but it ended up being a dead end. When the woman mentioned the council she tilted her head. “I was lucky too, I barely made it, but here I am.” She smiled, slightly throwing her arms in the air. 

[morgana-the-healer]

vicnae-urritz‌:

“That would explain your impeccable manners, anyone who isn’t serving me coffee and a turnover is always in such a rush.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes as he thought about the many times he’d been rammed into by some teenager running down the street. “I can never figure where they’re into such a rush to. The island is small enough you can get to just about anywhere quickly enough.”

“No need to apologize, i’ve taken most of your morning now with my incessant babbling. You could say I work in the Government so i’m often holed up in the castle. Terribly stuffy in there. What about you? Where might I find you when you’re not stealing stranger’s coffee?” 

“I would think even they would be in a rush.” Mo laughed over the top of her drink since it was still brought up to her mouth. “It takes me usually five minutes to get here, and even then people seem to walk around me while I’m going at an already fast pace.” She shook her head. Morgana nodded, agreeing with the man. “This Island is even too small, sometimes.” 

“Oh, I’m on break right now, the shops not usually busy in the mornings. I co-own the Apothecary shop a few doors down.” She said nodding in the direction of her store. “I don’t think I’ve seen you come in, that’s alright though - I guess it’s a little outdated for the people who can pick up their phones and search a remedy for their qualls.” She smirked. 

“The Castle?” Mo raised her brow. She knew many people thought of it as stuffy, old fashioned, but Morgana thought it was romantic. The great halls made just for dancing, the high arches and the brick pattern that just felt mystical within itself. “I’m sure it couldn’t be too bad, but I mean, if you’re stopping by here they might not have the best coffee.” She joked. “I’m Morgana.” She reached her hand out for a shake.