A/N: If this conversation ever really happens, I wanna be there for it. :) Some OOC-ness here, ya'll. Written at 4:29 in the morning.
Drabble 7: Here We Go Again
"Sister," Morgause began. Morgana jerked her head up, a sharp look in her eye.
"Y-yes?"
"Are you alright?" Morgause asked.
"Are we?"
"What?"
"Well, sister, do you ever get… bored?"
"Of course. Everyone does."
"I mean bored of what we do. Every time it is the same thing. It's a long drawn-out plot to claim Camelot, and why can't we just stab Arthur in his sleep and get it over with?"
"Because, sister. We have to be remembered for great things, long drawn-out plots, and being the greatest conspirators of all-time!" Morgause patted Morgana's hand softly. "Understand now?"
"Y-wait, what?"
