A week ago, Morgana would've considered spitting in your face if you had the audacity to presume she would ever want to come to a ball held by the Computer. Her heart still bubbled alternatively with rage and grief over having finally made a good friend, and lost them to this place. Like hell she wanted to be part of the attractions so the computer could steal back people's credits.
But Jack was charming, and in a moment of calm she had remembered something she should have long before this point: Root had been playing good, and would've almost certainly have gone. Morgana could never make friends and move up the ranks if she kept hiding in the shadows. She would just have to suck it up and channel her anger and hurt somewhere else.
So Morgana agreed to Jack's little proposal of them dancing together, she got Izzys help to work out which of a veritable pile of orange dresses would suit her, eventually settling on a low cut number with the lightest skirts she had felt in her life. Every turn she made they fanned out around her, drawing attention down the entire length of her body.
She had also had to learn how to walk, and then dance in some weird shoes that were called "high heels" which had certainly caused Izzy some entertainment, and surely Jack as well. At least she could stab someone with them if something went wrong here, like it often did.
Tonight life felt easy, for once. She had gotten herself ready, hair pulled up into carefully crafted braids with only a curl or two escaping, she had pulled on her dress, a little bit nervous when she regarded just how exposed it left her but thrilled just the same, slipped on her shoes and she had taken the walk to the ball by herself.
It was like nothing she had ever seen. Even being part of the night's entertainment hadn't prepared Morgana to see just how crowded the place was, the lights, the colours, the clothes that in Camelot she wasn't even sure any seamstress would know how to sew. And sure, some of them had things in odd places, and they didn't always suit the people wearing them but they were beautiful nonetheless.
And the suits. Izzy had mentioned them, but Morgana hadn't given it much thought after that, because surely there couldn't be too much variety to wonder about... but she had been so wrong.
Luckily she didn't have time to stare at people like a child from the country who had never seen city folk for too long, soon she was dancing with Jack, ignoring the surge of self-consciousness that came from the realisation of how many people were looking at her with that spotlight right on the two of them. She focused on Jack, and the music she now knew by heart as they twirled and moved together. They had practised enough that it felt perfectly natural, and the smile on her lips was genuine as they parted, and she almost laughed when he kissed her hand, cheeks rosy from the dance as much as from Jack's thanks.
The dances that came after theirs weren't quite so, uh, elegant, but Morgana didn't entirely stand them out, at least not after she went and found the wine and had a glass and a half.
To see what Jack and Izzy had chosen for a dance, that left her honestly with her mouth agape. Not because it was scandalous (okay, it was, a little) but because the ease and speed at which they moved, there was a grace to it that left her blinking and clapping when they were done.
After that she spends her time moving around the floor, occasionally with some wine, or maybe something sweet as she attempted to find her friends, or someone to dance with. She didn't get all dressed up to stand in the shadows, after all.
Morgana | OTA
But Jack was charming, and in a moment of calm she had remembered something she should have long before this point: Root had been playing good, and would've almost certainly have gone. Morgana could never make friends and move up the ranks if she kept hiding in the shadows. She would just have to suck it up and channel her anger and hurt somewhere else.
So Morgana agreed to Jack's little proposal of them dancing together, she got Izzys help to work out which of a veritable pile of orange dresses would suit her, eventually settling on a low cut number with the lightest skirts she had felt in her life. Every turn she made they fanned out around her, drawing attention down the entire length of her body.
She had also had to learn how to walk, and then dance in some weird shoes that were called "high heels" which had certainly caused Izzy some entertainment, and surely Jack as well. At least she could stab someone with them if something went wrong here, like it often did.
Tonight life felt easy, for once. She had gotten herself ready, hair pulled up into carefully crafted braids with only a curl or two escaping, she had pulled on her dress, a little bit nervous when she regarded just how exposed it left her but thrilled just the same, slipped on her shoes and she had taken the walk to the ball by herself.
It was like nothing she had ever seen. Even being part of the night's entertainment hadn't prepared Morgana to see just how crowded the place was, the lights, the colours, the clothes that in Camelot she wasn't even sure any seamstress would know how to sew. And sure, some of them had things in odd places, and they didn't always suit the people wearing them but they were beautiful nonetheless.
And the suits. Izzy had mentioned them, but Morgana hadn't given it much thought after that, because surely there couldn't be too much variety to wonder about... but she had been so wrong.
Luckily she didn't have time to stare at people like a child from the country who had never seen city folk for too long, soon she was dancing with Jack, ignoring the surge of self-consciousness that came from the realisation of how many people were looking at her with that spotlight right on the two of them. She focused on Jack, and the music she now knew by heart as they twirled and moved together. They had practised enough that it felt perfectly natural, and the smile on her lips was genuine as they parted, and she almost laughed when he kissed her hand, cheeks rosy from the dance as much as from Jack's thanks.
The dances that came after theirs weren't quite so, uh, elegant, but Morgana didn't entirely stand them out, at least not after she went and found the wine and had a glass and a half.
To see what Jack and Izzy had chosen for a dance, that left her honestly with her mouth agape. Not because it was scandalous (okay, it was, a little) but because the ease and speed at which they moved, there was a grace to it that left her blinking and clapping when they were done.
After that she spends her time moving around the floor, occasionally with some wine, or maybe something sweet as she attempted to find her friends, or someone to dance with. She didn't get all dressed up to stand in the shadows, after all.