"The last time I defied them, they locked us in a room filled with --" Morgana stops in mid-sentence and her expression turns to one of disgust, as she thinks back to the room without the door -- or -- at least -- they thought did not have a door.
"Everything was a trick. The cold, the door, all of it was created to try and drive us out, or punish us for going inside." As annoyed as she is at being so thoroughly tricked, it causes her to realize something else. "That is a lot of effort to keep us out of one little girl's room."
When he squeezes her hand, she leans in a little, and says, conspiratorially, "I do believe it is time to defy their rules."
With that, the steam, for her, stops flickering and disappears entirely.
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Date: 2010-06-25 03:59 am (UTC)"Everything was a trick. The cold, the door, all of it was created to try and drive us out, or punish us for going inside." As annoyed as she is at being so thoroughly tricked, it causes her to realize something else. "That is a lot of effort to keep us out of one little girl's room."
When he squeezes her hand, she leans in a little, and says, conspiratorially, "I do believe it is time to defy their rules."
With that, the steam, for her, stops flickering and disappears entirely.