[Flemeth would never have allowed a daughter to be anything other than proud, and there were times when Morrigan hadn't felt like a mage precisely. A Witch of the Wilds was very much a thing in and of itself that, the isolation that had come with it along with the teachings no Circle had known, and the time she had travelled with the Hero had only confirmed that. Her reputation in the Orlesian Court since was one of an apostate too, something scandalous. A sorceress. A dangerous and secretive creature that moved in another world to any of them that they could seldom grasp.
She had believed in power and survival. Ends she still believes in but there is salvaging the past, making the world less mundane before that is lost to them. How much knowledge even diluted by Chantry teachings and fear has forever slipped through their fingers with this war?]
Still you left. Or fled, that was how they phrased it prior to the fall of the Circles, was it not? [Reasons for leaving Circles were very few after all, that much Morrigan had learned in her time spent with Wynne during the Blight. The rare exceptions to being locked away, usually if a mage was required to fill the Grey Warden ranks or if a healer was truly needed but there could always be something else.
Had that been the case with him? It is still early but she may learn; he did tell her much before, and she likes him well enough after all.]
It is the task of a parent to prepare their child for the world as best they can. There is much I would protect him from yet not so much that I would do him more harm than good, you understand? There is a long and dangerous journey before him, and the lands will grow darker still before it is done. Yet I will be here, I will allow no harm to come to him. [The flame in her palms is lost when they curl into fists, her voice dropping into a low murmur edging on a growl; her gaze is far from him as she too looks out over the mountains as if searching for something or someone, the thing that might come. That terrible dreadful thing that would part her from her son. Yet the dangers are all around her and she knows it same as he must have fear discovery all the while he was here.]
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She had believed in power and survival. Ends she still believes in but there is salvaging the past, making the world less mundane before that is lost to them. How much knowledge even diluted by Chantry teachings and fear has forever slipped through their fingers with this war?]
Still you left. Or fled, that was how they phrased it prior to the fall of the Circles, was it not? [Reasons for leaving Circles were very few after all, that much Morrigan had learned in her time spent with Wynne during the Blight. The rare exceptions to being locked away, usually if a mage was required to fill the Grey Warden ranks or if a healer was truly needed but there could always be something else.
Had that been the case with him? It is still early but she may learn; he did tell her much before, and she likes him well enough after all.]
It is the task of a parent to prepare their child for the world as best they can. There is much I would protect him from yet not so much that I would do him more harm than good, you understand? There is a long and dangerous journey before him, and the lands will grow darker still before it is done. Yet I will be here, I will allow no harm to come to him. [The flame in her palms is lost when they curl into fists, her voice dropping into a low murmur edging on a growl; her gaze is far from him as she too looks out over the mountains as if searching for something or someone, the thing that might come. That terrible dreadful thing that would part her from her son. Yet the dangers are all around her and she knows it same as he must have fear discovery all the while he was here.]