After a study session with Killan, Morgan decided it was time to sleep. Bidding her goodnight, Killan had felt it necessary to restate that he would under no circumstances date her. Her farewell to him was summed up in a ball of witch fire.

Normally she would have been a bit more hesitant to use her powers in such a way, but spending time with her family had made her realize that there was nothing wrong with enjoying your gifts. The spells Killan had taught her were harmless really, and not specifically outlawed by the Council. Not that the Council really mattered to Morgan, ever since her introduction, negative images were attached to its legacy.

In a moment of panic, Morgan realized that her thoughts were not at all like her. She really was a good person. Her fear soothed as she realized that she could have both her family and be a good person. What her father did wasn't evil, per se, most of the time. She was certain she could talk to him about his violent elimination of other witches and covens, then everything would be all right. Hey, she might even join her father's cover then. Amyrath had always appealed to her as a place she could be herself. If not for the spontaneous genocide attempts by the coven, it would be perfect.

With thoughts resolved, to pursue a relationship with her blood and maintain her integrity, and possibly see where things would go with Cal, Morgan fell asleep.