[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan didn't want to be mean to Queen Guinevere - she knew that she didn't have the easiest personality type to get along with, but she was beginning to feel annoyed rather than anxious. [color=silver]"No, there really isn't anything else you can answer for me. I don't know you and you don't know me. Whatever you think I mean to you, I do not - I am not the same little girl that you sent away for safety. I appreciate that you did what was best for me, but this,"[/color] Megan paused, gesturing between herself and Guinevere and Arthur, [color=silver]"I don't remember. I don't recall my life in Camelot beyond just bits and flashes."[/color]

	How could Guinevere answer anything for her, Megan pondered as she waited for the elevator to return for them. The questions Megan had left were more philosophical than factual. Were these people really her parents or were they simply DNA providers? Did she owe them anything - and did they owe her anything? Did she want to build a relationship with them - did she even want to befriend King Arthur and Queen Guinevere? Megan didn't know. She could determine the cause of death, solve a murder, but this? This she was inexperienced in.