Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30887024-20171019224436/@comment-30887024-20171022003028

Maureen's eyebrows raised quizzically. "You? You want to take down Camelot?" She laughed, as she tried her seer abilities. Her pupils dilated as her purple eyes lost their red and became the blue they once were. It was hazy, but she had a clear image of what she wanted Meredith to see. "What will you rule when you sit on that throne? Ashes?"

At the very least, Maureen didn't know who was sitting on that throne she saw in her hazy prophecy. It could have been Avalon, or Gwen. For the timebeing, she would pretend it was Meredith to get her off her back. Maureen could sniff her ambition from miles away.

"But honestly," Maureen admitted, "I could care less about Camelot. I hate it. I want to burn it down. But I'm willing to leave it alone." Hopefully Meredith got the message Maureen was trying to insinuate. "If you're going to be the next Queen of Camelot, are you going to leave it alone too?"