kingofcrows-cartwrightâ:
âThat-â Cartwright scoffed. âThat is mean and now iâm definitely not buying anything.â Something akin to a pout appeared on his face as he spoke.
âItâs the friggin Conclave - Council. Whatever you wanna call âem. They just like to show off their power yâknow?âÂ
âBoo hoo.â Morgana raised her brow playfully in return for his pout, a small smile itching at the side of her mouth. She walked to the counter that house her register, hopping up into the empty space, letting her legs dangle before her.Â
âConclave, council, all the same if you ask me.â Morgana sighed. She brought her hand up to her mouth, she was one to trust people easily- it was one of her greatest downfalls. âSo, who are you anyway? Iâm Morgana. Pleased to make your acquaintance.â She introduced herself with faux professionalism.Â












