Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30887024-20171019224436/@comment-30887024-20171022061409

Maureen shook her head with a laugh. "I'm never loving Camelot. Do you love a dragon after it burns everything in your life? No. And Camelot is my dragon." A chill breeze swept over Maureen's arms, but there was no wind at all. She blinked at Meredith. She knew magic when she felt it.

"But I digress," she shrugged. "You might make a good queen. And you don't need me for that." Maureen could barely stifle a laugh. The fact that Meredith could have made her want to go back to Camelot was hilarious. Nothing would ever make her go back there. Even if it was just an empty lot of land.

She then concentrated her magic to reassemble the broken roof. Maureen has paid enough consequences in her lifetime. "If you're assuming that your pitiful magic could do more than chill blood, then maybe you set your ambitions too high."

((at this point, they both still have different motives))