How would Morgana react to falling for a completely ordinary human? Like, just some random person who works for the Janus order. Not even a changeling. Would she try and give them immortality so they can't leave her? I imagine she'd feel conflicted given her goals and ambitions clashing with new feelings.
Morgana tried to convince herself that there was nothing about the human that was even remotely interesting. She had been keeping in touch with her creations through the phonograph, directing their decisions on her behalf. Every time the changelings spoke to her, they were always present. A human. Why were her creations utilizing a mortal? What was so special about them to be able to be a member among the Janice Order and be able to be even near her presence? Morgana could feel herself being called, the changelings once again calling for her assistance. She considered just ignoring the call, although she hesitated. There was a possibility the human may be present, the human she had found herself becoming drastically curious about. The nagging itch in the back of her head egged her onward, curious. Morgana, after what felt like a century, relented and she found her presence edged inside the Phonograph, staring at a restless group of changelings. Within the group, she saw the human. They were clutching a clipboard, staring anxiously at the Phonograph. A changeling in the front tugged at their shirt collar, shuffling. “Maybe our Lady Creator is busy today?” Another changeling agreed silently. “Wait!” one called, pointing. “It’s humming!” Suddenly the Phonograph was crowded, the group staring with wide eyes. Morgana stifled her amusement, the Phonographs dial turning slowly to acknowledge her presence. “Pale lady,” The lead changeling stepped forward. “We seek your advice, what can we do in these times?” They leaned closely, stilling to listen to Morgana’s whisper. They stepped back, eyes wide. “Pale lady, you wish to speak to the human?” They breathed. All eyes turned on the human, and they froze. Morgana wanted to speak to them? The lead changeling looked towards the Phonograph in questioning but froze. “Understood,” They swallowed turning. “Come, brother and sisters, Our lady wishes to speak alone.” Morgana learned much about you. You had come to the Janice Order when you discovered you ‘brother’ to be a changeling. Instead of being upset and angry, you wanted to help protect them. Over time you managed to gain the trust of the other changelings and became an intern for the order. Instead of the itch of curiosity being gone like she wanted, it only became stronger. She became more interested in you as time went on, even seeking you out outside of the Phonograph.
The rise of Gunmar and bringing the internal night conflicted her for the first time in millennia. You were human, your fragile body and weak humanity wouldn’t stand a chance against her plans. Yet, what if she took away your mortality? She chuckled, her golden whisp-like form circling you lazily as you stared in confusion and awe. “Come with me.” Morgana hummed, the golden whisp glowing gently as she guided you away from your chambers. You, curious and intrigued, followed her without question. You were inside the elevator and rising upward towards the surface before the screams of dying changelings could reach your ears.