Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200714201818/@comment-29038468-20200818030721

"Then don't say I didn't warn you." Morgan tells her. Ophelia shifts her gaze up toward Morgan. "You're really gonna tell her?" She asks. "You certainly seemed to have no qualms about it every other time you've done it. I see no reason to be overly worried about it now." Morgan replies. "Yeah but still..." Ophelia mutters looking downcast. "Hush child, you've said enough for the time being. You see Beatrice, Ophelia and I aren't supposed to be here. By all accounts we officially don't exist yet. We are from a future that has yet to pass, and even then, only a possible outcome of certain events. We cannot tell you how far, nor can we tell where. We cannot tell you what will or won't happen or what any of these things could effect. We can't even tell you why for if we do, things will change in our time, and possibly for the worse. Do you understand?" She asks as if it were a simple explanation.