breath into me

Click click, click was all that broke the silence between them as her nails clicked against the stone outlaying the many host spring there. Making her way through the spring slowly approaching the other, or it seemed what was what Morgana was up to. A salmon tongue ran over thin black lips as the french women soon found her self standing but a few feet away, her first words had been noted yet not replied to as she took her time. "No; but this place is strange." A suitable answer for the blood red dame. A brow rose as the dame spoke of her being in distress. "I cannot say I am in distress, perhaps a bit curios." Morgana wondered just what kind of women this was, no doubt one of a different kind; one she didn't meet very often..