Young Morgana. I figure this is the type of thing she would do as a kid.
It started as a trickle, turned into a slow steady beating on the castle roof. She left her shoes and walked slowly into the empty courtyard. Her dress spinning with her, she twirled. She was soaked, but she ignored the chill in the air and the coldness of her bare feet on wet stone. She giggled, allowing the water to surround her as she danced. She danced and she danced. Hours passed in the storm. She had no worries or fears, just the innocence of a little girl. She had no idea of the betrayal and misery she would create.
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