Morgana nodded tightly in response to Charles's explanation. With a carefully released breath Morgana let the paper thin magic surrounding her retreat back into her body: then, with another thought let it retreat all the way back into the knife. The process was imperfect and quite a bit of it bled off, disappearing into the air. Morgana however, was far more focused on this tantalizing new bit of information. They got dragons? Hell she didn't care if she did have to go nude, dragons and latent magic ability unlocked on the same day? No qualms whatsoever. The nerve rending pain that had started things off was simply another painful memory now. Morgana rose from her kneeling position with a wince, had she been like that long enough to be sore? Whatever. Morgana headed into the cave filled with thoughts of grandeur. What dragon would she choose? What were her options? Oh she could just picture the look at Gregor's stupid face when she came into town overflowing with her mage aura and riding a dragon.