Send “✆” for a morning text.
Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.
Send “☎” for a rushed text.
Send “⁇” for a drunk text.
Send “✿” for a suggestive text.
Send “ø” for a late night text.
Send “✘” for a hateful text.
//if it helps, I don’t think it would make Ebony mad or upset in any other way.
((Morgana just doesn’t want to lose a friend. Again.))
He’s cute and sweet and he seems to get along with Alicandra… I wonder what the catch is. I should introduce him to my older children; they’ll find out if he’s plotting anything. I can’t be too careful right now. Even if he is fun.
Sweet little adoptive son of mine… I wonder when I’ll get to meet my new granddaughter. Or get more grandchildren. Shouldn’t push him…. Some fertility tea might help.
She’s always so nice to me; I wonder if she’d be mad if I told her I once broke a different Muse’s heart. Ebony reminds me so much of my Songbird it scares me. … I just can’t let her know.
This looks like the worlds most unhappy wedding.
I felt like I needed this back on my dash,
"Hm… Alright. Show me the way, orc creature from this realm."
The Goblin nodded before looking at the other. “Queen will be dressed like mortal; you should change clothes. Less suspicion. Less chance of Summer Fae seeing you.”
"… Okay." Melkor briefly went away and changed into a more ‘common’ attire, though still keeping dark colors, specifically black. "Okay. I am ready."
Nodding the Goblin hurried back to the entrance his mistress had created for him (she actually hadn’t known nor cared where it went, so long as the note was delivered). Once through, it pulled the hood on its shirt up so it looked like a small human. The human city was bustling, and the creature winced when the clock tower rang. “This way, this way.”
Melkor followed. In order to further hide his obvious difference from the norm, he changed his size down from 10’3 to 6’11. Passing through the entrance, he continued to keep with the Goblin. The noise was pleasant to him.
The Goblin motioned for him to follow as it went down a few busy streets, gladly leading the other to the large stone tower where some tour groups were getting off a red double-decker. “There.” It pointed to a tall woman dressed in green and black, messy and untamed curls having been burshed and pulled back into a braid.
Morgana looked over her sunglasses and smiled when she saw the goblin, waving as if she had seen a friend before she hurried across the street, the creature quickly running off. “Sorry ‘bout the guide, but better a Goblin than a Troll these days.”
"I suppose in this situation," Melkor replied with a grin and a chuckle, "Though the way I use them, Trolls usually wind up being a better hand than a goblin… So, you reached out to me. I admit I was not expecting this."
"Such is the way this world has changed; humans aren’t used ta my kind anymore." She shrugged before grinning up at him. "Ah do as Ah please, an’ besides; Ah hate ta be commanded by others these days. More so than Ah used ta."