Morgana frowns, her nose furrowing in rage.
"I respect and love you as a friend, Sarah, and admire your sensuality and ability to be, as you say it, 'raunchy'...but I'm not going to be a witness to this...this...I don't even know!"
Her shoulders shake with anger as she points a dangerous-looking claw wildly at Sarah in her fury, her face starting to turn purple from the blood and lack of oxygen. Her wings have extended fully, revealing their true size as they dwarf over Sarah. This time, however, they are not comforting or meant to guard or caress Fortune-they are displayed in unadulterated, spitting enmity, nigh on contempt as Morgana looks down menacingly at her best friend.
"I am...I'm...I'm fed up with everything! I don't even know why I'm mad at you!"
Turning, she places her claws against the wooden wall and quite literally tears the entire thing down to the foundation, leaving her wailing in a mixture of hatred, sadness, and exasperation. Wooden splinters fly in all directions as the solid planks burn and vanish in purple fire.