[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan knew that she was being somewhat nasty to Guinevere. She didn't mean to be harsh with her - but she didn't know how else to express what she was feeling. She didn't know these people. They didn't know her, despite them apparently believing the contrary. And they couldn't answer questions for her, when the big questions Megan had were ones she needed to decide for herself, ones she had never entertained before in her life as she had never searched for her biological parents, she had never been interested in a relationship with them. The only reason she ever would have looked for them would have been in order to get her family medical history.

	She didn't want to answer Guinevere's question about what growing up was like for her. But Megan decided to do so anyways. She didn't know why she decided to share - it didn't make any sense to her, there was no logical reason for her to want to share anything with these people, these strangers. But she did anyways. [color=silver]"I was adopted by a pair of doctors, along with my brother, Jack. They were nice. They got me all sorts of private tutors and lessons, mostly science and fencing and the like. Rather pushy though. Enough to make a person snap. Unfortunately, I never did end up having the full mental breakdown that gets you immortalized in the overactive imaginations of kids around a campfire at summer camp as a bloodthirsty witch, telling stories about the chaos and destruction you caused... But that's life, I s'pose."[/color]

	The guard talked with Sierra briefly, before telling them to wait. Megan sighed a little bit. So much of this was just waiting.