"So you're Morga—"
Morgana raised a finger to stop the growing din of questions about to be raised by the Luminaries.
"A moment, dearies," she said in that perky way of hers.
Then Morgana snapped her fingers, and that moment she asked for arrived. Actually, it was a moment between moments that had been stretched immeasurably long by a power that only reapers held.
"What was that?" Morgana asked.
No response came for the world around her and her partner had gone as gray as the sky above the Abyssal Plains.
"That's what I thought," Morgana smiled in that impish smile of hers. It was more of a smug smirk really.
"That was convenient," Leo said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Come now, Leo," she said, turning to face him. "Did you really want to go through a hundred questions with these inquisitive players of ours?"
