Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26907930-20171115012818/@comment-30559258-20171115231524

Gwen took a step back, lightly swatting away Meredith's arm. She had a mildy disguisted look on her face, but she couldn't say being touched again by Mere was all bad, not that she'd admit it. She smiled:

"That was always your problem. You make a show of everything, threats and dark magic. You're ambitious, but you're impractical."

That was another difference between the two. Mere liked being evil and showing off her magic, and she wanted the people of Camelot under her feet. Gwen, however, simply wished to achieve her destiny, nothing more, nothing less. She would do any despicable thing Mere would, but not if it inconvienced her. She didn't live to make others suffer. She lived for herself.

"Exactly, I don't. But she's just a friend. A good one. Better than you were."