V. CLOSED.

[glandival]

WHO: Sabine and Morrigan
WHAT: On magical mirrors.
WHEN: Late Justinian.
WHERE: The location of the Eluvian.
NOTES: There is probably going to be some swearing. Hide your virgin eyes.

[ The last time Sabine came here, she was beskirted in colours and cloth of a simple life, flour-dusted, ready with an excuse for somewhat dim-witted curiousity as to the intriguing Witch of the Wilds and her elven affiliations, as any elf has a right to be. Dim-witted or not.

Proportionately, the presence of leathers and complicated buckles may convey a more complicated life in turn, as Sabine hasn't bothered to change, or to rest, since her latest return to Skyhold.

Instead, she is here, with her unfinished business.

She is seated on a low stone garden bench, legs crossed, directly opposite the door guarding where she knows the Eluvian resides. It's a big door. A big heavy door that's probably hard to pick open, even if it didn't have magic spells wreathed into the wood as Sabine imagines there to be. She is less scoping out how to get in and more awaiting Morrigan's arrival and notice, but the former makes for a thought exercise anyway.

She reaches up at the overhang of a tree, twisting away a leafy twig to twist and knot to keep her hands busy as well. ]