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