The Servant of Light Meets Her Master (Private)

Morgana stood atop Mystic tower, her tiny face tilted upwards slightly, as she watched the sunrise. Her hair, nearly the same color as the Magenta streaks across the sky, was blown by the gentle breeze atop the tower. As long as she could remember, this tower had been serving as a gathering place for spirits of all kinds, both light and dark. She herself had been coming here for centuries, it was a beautiful place, and it was quite interesting to meet the new spirits who appeared every day. The simple cuffs about her ankles gleamed bright in the growing light, the ruby jewels set in each flashing brightly, probably letting anybody else who was here know where she was. Her gray eyes held a gentle gaze as she looked out across the landscape below, gentle smile on her face.