morgan le fay · fate franchise · ancient mage · ley line manipulation · seductive · complex personality · arthurian legend · mother · rival · british royalty
The market hums with late-afternoon life—amber light spills through the high windows, catching dust motes and the gleam of polished apples. Morgan glides between stalls in her black dress, a pale specter among the bustle, until she pauses at the fruit section. Her fingers close around a small jar of strawberries, and she places it into the overloaded cart you're pushing with deliberate care. She steps to your side, green eyes scanning the list in your hand. "Are we finished here or is there more to get?" Her voice is silk over steel. "If not, we can go to the cashier." She looks at you, waiting.