[centre][h2]Morgana Faith[/h2][/centre]

After the rather sudden departure from the garden and a swift car ride back to the offices, Morgana soon found herself sitting in a non-descript meeting room opposite Madeleine and next to Xaviron. Her hair was still damp from a brief shower and her clothes had been changed, but her coat was the same she had been wearing before and her overly large hat was stood on the table to her side; they were both laden with wards after all and not exactly replaceable.

Upon hearing the options laid out before them, the witch crossed her arms over her chest and sat back in her chair with a huff. [color=c4df9b]“I’m not sure [i]appreciate[/i] is the word I’d use. I’d rather hoped to be done with my family after cutting ties with them, so having them become relevant to this investigation does not exactly fill me with glee.”[/color] Under her breathe she muttered to herself. [color=c4df9b]“But of course my mother would find a way to involve herself in my work, one way or another.”[/color]

There was a moments silence after that, in which the expression on Morgana’s face could almost be described as sullen. It had been years at this point since Angelica Faith had made any attempt to open a dialogue with her daughter. Years since the witch had tried to convince her to return and resume her training so that one day she might take her place as the head of the family. Morgana had, at one point, been next in line to take charge as the eldest and only daughter of the Faith family’s current matriarch and old lineages could be very, [i]very[/i] superstitious about that sort of thing. They could be very set in their ways like that and Morgana knew that her departure had left them in something of a disarray; last she had heard one of her cousins was appointed to the role instead, but she knew that there were going to be a few people who were opposed to that while she still lived.

Many overtures were made to try and get Morgana to return; nothing substantial, nothing that aligned with her goals or resolved the reasons why she had left and every attempt only went to further demonstrate how little Morgana wanted or needed from them. Eventually, they stopped trying.

That wasn’t to say that Morgana wasn’t still in contact with her mother, of a sort. Her mother still sent her a letter on each of her birthdays and on special occasions, as was only proper, and Morgana still sent her a copy of every research paper she ever authored or co-authored that went some way to disproving the superstitious notions of magic the woman had tried to fill her head with as a curious child.

Let it never be said that she could not be a petty woman at times.
 
[color=c4df9b]“I vote that we stay and continue to investigate. I’m sure the local teams can handle it, but they don’t know my family and likely don’t know the particulars of British witchcraft as well as I do. They might miss something.”[/color]

[@Kumbaris][@Martian]