Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30887024-20171019224436/@comment-30887024-20171104040537

"If you knew me," Maureen glowered, "If you heard the stories, you wouldn't need to ask." She took a look at her well manicured fingers. "Making the cows in Camelot milk blood, setting the woods on fire. They're all true."

But Maureen never declined an offer to show off. She blinked obviously, trying to emphasize the motion as her eyes transformed into Meredith's bright eyes. She ran a hand through her hair, each strand that met with her fingers darkening into silky black. "Glamour magic is a bit dark. No doubt you could do it in a small scale." Maureen snapped her fingers and her silver hair and stormy eyes returned.

And her staff. Well, it was pointless. It helped her focus her magic, which was useful if she wanted to stop making cows milk blood. But she didn't need it. Maureen extended her left hand, her thumb outstretched with her middle and index fingers. "Weather is a bit tricky to handle but..."

A little cloud puffed over Meredith's head, before raining like a storm. Frankly, it made Maureen laugh.