[centre][h2]Morgana Faith[/h2][/centre]

It was perhaps only a stubborn refusal to let her mother see her falter that let Morgana walk back over to join the others without stumbling or falling over. Though not directly affected by the curse she was now free of, it had still managed to cause quite a bit of fatigue while it was nestled within her coat.

[color=c4df9b]“I’m fine.”[/color] Her posture hid most of the signs of how much of a lie that was, but there was a definite sag to her shoulders that wasn’t usually there and a straight back couldn’t mask how pale the witch was.

[color=c4df9b]“My mother can stay where she is until the task force arrives; even if her magic isn’t bound, she won’t unravel that circle before they get here.”[/color] Well, probably. It was a little slapdash on her part, admittedly, but this [i]was[/i] her forte and nothing she had seen her mother do suggested she could subvert what she had done. [color=c4df9b]“As for leaving, we’ll be fine until we reach the threshold. There are very few passive wards and boundaries within the house itself; they would be too restrictive to live with otherwise, especially with how many rituals are conducted here. Not to mention the difficulty of establishing wards [i]within[/i] the outer physical boundary of a demesne or property while still tied to said location; symbolically wards tend to resist being placed anywhere but… you know what, it doesn’t matter. We’ll be fine till we reach the front door.”[/color]