Feroxi-Dancer has entered the dragon's den
Olivia had been minding her own business, keeping to her own agenda when someone had run right smack into her, knocking her down to the ground. The duo had garnered some attention but none of the passerby stopped their daily routines to help. The younger girl was quick to her back on her feet and offered a hand to the dancer. Olivia blinked, regaining her senses before taking the extended hand. “I-It’s alright. It could have happened to anyone.”
"Still I-" The girl's words cut off suddenly as her eyes focused on the woman's face. She looked awfully familiar, didn't she? Morgana knew that they'd never met before but she still couldn't shake the odd feeling of seeing her face before. "Ah, what is your name miss?" She asked after a moment of quiet contemplation. "I almost feel as though I've met you before...." Certainly she wasn't a member of Grima's army, that much Morgana was sure of. More likely than not, this woman was probably her enemy and though she didn't look like much of a fighter, Morgana should probably be on guard.
