weeskeptic: (hells no)
 Morgana is about to do something that will be the talk of the palace for the next few weeks.  To her, it's nothing special.  She was always allowed to interrupt her father for something important, and Morgana's judgment on what constitutes important is rather accurate.

For instance, she interrupted her father when a boy from the village had fallen from one of the cliffs, and a search party was needed. On the other hand, she left her father alone when she managed to catch her first rabbit.  She only told him that she'd been able to provide supper at supper.

Because of her decent record, Morgana doesn't stop when she walks -- barefoot and still wet from the stream -- past the guard to see Uther.  The guard is so shocked by the ward's sudden appearance (and current state of disarray) that he doesn't even think of stopping her.  Then again, the last guard who laid a hand on her when she was removed from the Prince's chambers, has found himself with the worst of all duties since.
 
The guards are a lot like Uther; they don't quite know how to deal with a little determined lady.
 
Morgana starts without preamble.  "The guards left us. We were at the stream and they left.  We didn't run or anything.  They just left.  We had to walk back here on our own."
 
It should be noted Morgana's walked straight into the council chambers, while the council is in session.
weeskeptic: (Default)
 Morgana's in a truly foul mood.  She's heading back to where she tied her mount, seriously considering finding out if she'll have a better chance of outrunning everything of Uther's if she takes the horse.  She also wonders if it would be considered stealing the horse, when she's the only one who rides the mare.

She is also trying very hard not to cry.  She's so angry at "Merlin" that the tears might be upset, or might be frustration.  The frustration also means she's not paying attention to anything around her, which is not typically Morgana. 
 
As she walks along, she grabs a random stick off the ground, hitting the trees as she walks by, in a fine temper indeed.
weeskeptic: (running)
It's Morgana's second attempt at trying to escape the palace.  She told the maid assigned to her that she was going to visit Arthur's chambers, told the guard who stopped her that she was heading to the stable to visit her horse, and told the groom who went to saddle her horse, that she'd forgotten something back inside the palace.

It is a loop that she figured would take everyone a while to figure out, and she'd noticed that servants with vastly different duties rarely communicated.  Morgana hopes she'll be back long before anything is figured out.

It's a festival in the lower town today -- a winter festival and she's been very limited in things to do since she became ill before Yule, and it lingered on into the new year.  She's only had one trip to Sir Ector's, and that is not enough for a girl who is used to having free run of her father's estate.

So, the Winter Festival it is.  She could hear it from her window for the past two days and today is the last day.  She's not going to miss the celebration.

Wearing her plainest cloak, to hopefully blend in, and planning on keeping the hood up, she wanders around the stalls.  No one looks sideways at one little girl wandering through the market.  She buys herself a hot treat, and watches some juggler who is tossing a ball of ice and alternating it with a lit torch.

Morgana is certain that this time, amongst the fray, she will not be caught.

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