[It was neither a child nor a ghost, more like a memory that Morgana could manipulate from her sheltered spot. Her eyes were closed as she moved her illusion, chattering away at the ghost as children so often do but ready to change the illusion further if need be, or use some other magic to guide him.
What magic, exactly, she did not know but it felt like she would, if she needed it. It served no purpose to dwell on plans she had been given no time to come up with.
In any case she keeps the ghost entertained enough, for both at actual age twelve and certainly now she had a certain talent for directing people as she will, save for Uther and her mother who were entirely immune to her charms.
I would never let him punch your face in her voice whispers beside his ear, entirely separate to her illusion that is still happily talking about her plans to fairly rule Britain, and is about thirty seconds away from impersonating Galadriel at the mirror.]
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What magic, exactly, she did not know but it felt like she would, if she needed it. It served no purpose to dwell on plans she had been given no time to come up with.
In any case she keeps the ghost entertained enough, for both at actual age twelve and certainly now she had a certain talent for directing people as she will, save for Uther and her mother who were entirely immune to her charms.
I would never let him punch your face in her voice whispers beside his ear, entirely separate to her illusion that is still happily talking about her plans to fairly rule Britain, and is about thirty seconds away from impersonating Galadriel at the mirror.]