The Elders continue to bore into me, each having their own range of reactions on their face. Most were indifferent, but there were a few that caught my eye. Emira continued to smile lazily at me, but she would glance over at Luna but there were barely any other facial features for me to pinpoint what she was thinking. Oona was looking at me with a wry smile, she was interested which could be a good or bad thing. Nentia had a thoughtful look, levitating her knife while using a magic that I couldn’t decipher. Fennah was looking thoughtfully at me.. or through me. Though she was more likely seeing through my clothing.. again. "Morgana. You know that’s not-" Cerothun started to reprimand me before Emira spoke up.