Morgan.... or... Moka, she guessed. She didn't care as the spell was lifted from her lips, all she could do was glare at Yoru. It was his fault. Everything was HIS fault. He'd brought them here and now he acted like he had no idea of what intention the witch had. Now that her mind had been cleared in her disability to open her mouth, she saw that this was foolishness pure and true. And a boiling anger welled up in her, and as it did, a voice sounded in her memory.

[i]"Now Mistress Morgana what's got your face so red?" The servants of her household poked her teasingly when she got mad at her father. Initially, Moka only more angry. "Mistress Morgana, shall I tell the guard to ready the catapults?" At this, she had to giggle. They alluded her name to her favorite tale; King Arthur and the nights of the round table. Since she was always fascinated with Arthurs sister, a witch named Morgana, the servants and her mother often called her that out of play.
"No!" She said at last, mocking a british accent. "I shall cast a spell on them all and be rid of them. Turn them to frogs!" At this the servants mockingly gasped.
"Such power!" He said, laughing a bit as he feigned horror. "We are not worthy Mistress Morgana!" The servant continued to laugh as he continued on with his duties. Morgan relaxed, her anger subsided with the servants company.[/i]

Mistress Morgana... She had to smile. She loved that nickname. Morgana, Morgana~ Mor.....Morgan. Right. Moka is such a cheap barbie doll name. Morgan had to roll her eyes at her 'new name.' She might like Japanese culture but why something so lame? Couldn't she be Yuki or Raitenin? Moka, what the hell was she, a coffee cup?

Lost in her thoughts, Moka didn't realize they'd been brought downstairs nor heard anything. When asked, she mumbled the word 'Moka,' to Mai. Right after, however, she started to pay attention and watched Yoru walk off, her eyes a bit softer this time. A servant... like the ones back home. He should have known better, but he didn't. Why...?