Festivities and Plots | Anders & Morgan
There was nothing that the people of Oz did better than party. No that wasn't true it was the people of the capital. Where the streets were paved in gold and they glutted themselves on the food grown in the fields of Munchkinland. The Wizard was no different, on the anniversary of his arrival in Oz he held a festival. It spanned the entire city, lasted a week or more at times. This one was no different, food and drink ran free and the people reveled. In the center of it was the royal palace. Only the most powerful, the most influential got in. Morgan lacked money, but she was powerful. Already surpassing her masters in strength, she was being fast tracked to be a state sorceress. Not that she anted to work like a dog for a Wizard she resented.
She knew if she was there Anders was somewhere in the massive crowd. He was a prince, him and his brothers. Not that they held any interest for her, they seemed nice. She didn't need nice, she needed ambitious. With a sigh she drained her glass, shoving it into the hands of a passing server. The grand hall was the backbone of the palace, it was the main dining room and it ran the entire length of the building. Every inch of the ceiling was done in golden filigree, inlaid with precious stones. A remnant of the last king of Oz. A royal family who was rotting in the ground for many years now. Moving through the warm bodies that passed her, bowing, a polite mask on, moving toward the wall. She figured if she was going to find her friend it would be close to where they met once before. A corner. She craned her neck trying to spot the prince. Since this was technically a government function, Morgan dressed appropriate to her status. A fitted dress of dark blue almost black, touched with magic so it shone with thread of silver in the right light. As if spun from the night sky, not simple cotton. Black stockings above the knee and black shoes, tall enough to put her on eye level with most men in the kingdom, magicked to give her impeccable balance. She lamented that grace could not be bestowed by her magic though.
Leaning against the wall she smiled her eyebrows lifting, by chance spotting Anders in the crowd. "Do my oculars deceive me? How are you liking the party." Morgan asked grabbing him by the arm pulling the young man from the crowd towards her. She had forgotten how tall he was.
