Counting down...

Morgana sat down beside Tempo, leaning on his shoulder, staring out to the sea. She could feel the nervousness practicaly radiating off of him. Morgana chuckled quietly. No words could come to her mouth. It was almost as if this encounter had made her...bashful.... It was defiantly not a feeling she was used to. But for a minure there, she liked the feeling of being loved, desired. She knew she could get what she wanted from Tempo. But at what cost?