[center][color=5F9EA0][h2]Morgana Estrain[/h2][/color][/center]

Morgana watched Fenrir's magic avidly. Spirits, how interesting. Now it seemed the big man was raising his hand up to- [b]gah[/b]. Morgana took a physical step back in surprise as the alarming noise jarred her out of her analytic trance. Why! He could've said something like a normal person like [i]I'm going to do something loud[/i], [i]This is going to be loud[/i], [i]Cover your ears because this is going to be loud[/i], instead of something vague like- Morgana pulled the brakes on that metaphorical train of thought. That wasn't right. He had offered her advice solely for her benefit and she had ignored it. She was in the wrong [color=5F9EA0]"Sorry."[/color] Morgana mumbled quietly, feeling quite ashamed of herself for rudely ignoring the only person that had paid any attention to her. Pride had been the downfall of many a person, she would do better in the future to make sure it did not get the best of her again.