She’d been evading the image of her sister since the fiasco of the Fairy Queen’s domain, but over the last few days, something felt amiss in 411. As a veteran of the city’s cycles, she was well familiar with the transition of one calendar month to another and the upheaval they wrought. It truly felt as though Morgan had thoroughly vanished. the king had taken it into her own hands to investigate, pushing the door of the older’s room open and her way inside.
It was vacant. Bearing no sign that any had so much as hung their name upon the door. She scrambled for her phone, tearing it from beneath breastplate and scrolling through the extensive list of outsiders called by the isle. Her name was among them. She was still here. Then, it had been a case of relocation, the kind she had learned of but never experienced first-hand. Having been assigned to coexist beneath the same roof, it made little to no sense that the Stars would feel any need to alter the arrangement. There wouldn’t be any answers, not from the Lostbelt Queen and not from those who had pulled the stunt.
TO — BERSERKER (MORGAN LE FAY) FROM — SABER (ARTURIA PENDRAGON)
Where are you currently? Know that offering a false response, or none at all, won’t stop me from coming to find you.
It was a sign that she needed to stop putting off taking responsibility. She had to swallow her pride and correct her behaviour. She needed to know why it hurt to see no sign of her sister in that room.
@emptyrule