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. ]

Comments

[glandival]

[ It's a hard look that Morrigan gets from the elf perched beside her. One that seems to be deciding how much you can believe a witch, or not even that, but a shem, one that's frocked it up in the courts of the Orlesian Empire, taken tea with a monster like the Empress, one claiming now that her loyalty is merely circumstantial.

One in possession of an Eluvian. ]

We don't choose our Empresses, [ she concedes, raising an eyebrow. ] Except you, maybe.

[ She looks back towards the sealed door. ]

You believe in this all? In the Inquisition?

[arcaneadvisor]

[Morrigan might have donned a gown (too dark) and gone to the parties (unmasked) and been presented to the court (and made an open scornful mockery of the whole thing without ever having to play the Game) but she never got in bed with Celene.

She shrugs only lightly to that first comment, as if to say 'as you wish'.]

I would not be here if I believed otherwise. You may take that as you will. I am many things but I would not bring my son here if I did not think this was where victory stood.

[And her voice is very firm there. So much of this is about Kieran, more than Sabine will ever get out of Morrigan, but when she knew full well that there were dangers present here that were so much sharper than Orlais could ever hope to be? Aye, she believes, and it rankles that she must be questioned.]

I have offered my aid, freely. I have offered others the chance to work with me, freely. Believe what you will, that will not change why I have come nor what I have done.