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

It took a moment for the words to register with Morgana. The witch was still preoccupied with trying to puzzle together Mr X’s schemes, like if she rearranged the pieces enough times the full picture would finally become apparent.

When they did, she turned towards Amanda and gave the android and incredulous look, her eyebrows rising high enough to be obscured by the brim of her hat. [color=c4df9b]“[i]Demanding[/i].”[/color] She accepted the letter with a little more force than necessary, snatching it out of the woman’s hand as soon as it was within reach. Sharp eyes skimmed over the text, but none of the words made it past the fog of Morgana’s building temper. [color=c4df9b]“Well, I suppose we’re both done with pretences.”[/color]

A flick of the witch’s wrist saw a magic circle forming in the air below the letter, a second before the paper ignited and Morgana let go of the page to let it be consumed by flames that disappeared as soon as there was nothing left to burn.

[color=c4df9b]“It [i]has[/i] been a while since I last spoke to her. Perhaps I [i]should[/i] pay her a visit.”[/color]

[@Kumbaris]