"And me," she agrees. Yes, she could be scandalous all on her own, just as well as she could be invisible.
Considering how Leliana is struggling to adjust to the Eluvian, she has to say it is a wonder to see Morrigan talking so easily - standing so easily and moving, while Leliana feels as though she is caught in pitch. It takes more effort to hold herself tall and not to slouch forward as one might when weary from travel. Perhaps it is no wonder that Morrigan is so much changed - this place, this sanctuary, might have had as much an effect as Kieran himself.
A world between worlds, constructed solely by ancient elves, by people who lived so long ago and with so many remnants of them destroyed that it was hard to grasp what power they might have held. Leliana looks around her. Such sights are rare. Seeing such things for the first time were rarer still, something sacred, and for a time she is silent, drinking in all that she sees around her.
"It was a place where others could not follow them," she starts, slowly, and there is concern in her expression when she looks to Morrigan, takes a slow step towards her, and then another. Well can she imagine it in her mind - maps twisting outward, reaching all parts of Thedas. What boon it would be, to be able to use such a thing for her spies and her scouts, to give them safe and secret ways in and out, to travel unseen--
-- she stops short, and so do her steps. "Morrigan, I should not be here. This is a sanctuary, it is... something precious." Just as the ruins in the Forest had been, before it had been corrupted and filled with monstrosities and tormented souls. She shakes her head, and her gaze drops. "I am a destructive force. This should be shared with the elves, and locked away from those like me."
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Considering how Leliana is struggling to adjust to the Eluvian, she has to say it is a wonder to see Morrigan talking so easily - standing so easily and moving, while Leliana feels as though she is caught in pitch. It takes more effort to hold herself tall and not to slouch forward as one might when weary from travel. Perhaps it is no wonder that Morrigan is so much changed - this place, this sanctuary, might have had as much an effect as Kieran himself.
A world between worlds, constructed solely by ancient elves, by people who lived so long ago and with so many remnants of them destroyed that it was hard to grasp what power they might have held. Leliana looks around her. Such sights are rare. Seeing such things for the first time were rarer still, something sacred, and for a time she is silent, drinking in all that she sees around her.
"It was a place where others could not follow them," she starts, slowly, and there is concern in her expression when she looks to Morrigan, takes a slow step towards her, and then another. Well can she imagine it in her mind - maps twisting outward, reaching all parts of Thedas. What boon it would be, to be able to use such a thing for her spies and her scouts, to give them safe and secret ways in and out, to travel unseen--
-- she stops short, and so do her steps. "Morrigan, I should not be here. This is a sanctuary, it is... something precious." Just as the ruins in the Forest had been, before it had been corrupted and filled with monstrosities and tormented souls. She shakes her head, and her gaze drops. "I am a destructive force. This should be shared with the elves, and locked away from those like me."