When he does not take the book, she fiddles with the lock. At first, Morgana debates using her might-be-a-screwdriver, but the lock is so flimsy, it gives ways, with a slight tug.
"This is a child's room. Did you not ever hide things, or even yourself under a bed as a child?" Morgana, for her time, was lucky enough to always have a bed, but knows that is not the case for everyone. "That is, unless you did not have a bed." Sometimes the realities of her rank make her sound a bit unintentionally pompous.
As she speaks, she's flipping through the pages, only to find a messy child-like scrawl, riddled with spelling errors, on each of the pages. Only about a dozen pages are written upon, but the last entry is interesting.
"What do you think this means?" This time, she expects him take it.
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Date: 2010-06-20 04:21 am (UTC)"This is a child's room. Did you not ever hide things, or even yourself under a bed as a child?" Morgana, for her time, was lucky enough to always have a bed, but knows that is not the case for everyone. "That is, unless you did not have a bed." Sometimes the realities of her rank make her sound a bit unintentionally pompous.
As she speaks, she's flipping through the pages, only to find a messy child-like scrawl, riddled with spelling errors, on each of the pages. Only about a dozen pages are written upon, but the last entry is interesting.
"What do you think this means?" This time, she expects him take it.