It is very tempting to leave. That she even remains to speak with him is enough but a very soft huff of laughter slips out; clearly no one has ever told him her opinions on Circles and the Mages once within the walls. Such a pity.
"Bother the little Circle with this, not myself." Even the wind seems unwilling to swallow her words, falling silent to allow her to speak. Morrigan speaks with the little Circle - and it is a Circle by any other name if Vivienne sits so happily upon it, if they wish to call it a Council they can delude themselves then that's their own business for her to make mockery of with Gwenaelle over wine - when she has a mind to. Individually. To set a finger on the pulse. And since her son takes lessons with so many of the others. Just about holding much of the venom at bay, she rolls her eyes skyward as if that might grant her the sort of patience required for this, fingers rubbing the familiar grooves worn into her staff over time (if she is thinking of the faces her companions from the Fifth Blight might be making were they here to bear witness, it's keeping her from doing anything else).
"I have work of my own. I came to Skyhold as advisor on arcane matters, not to hold the hands of sheep and strays who cannot think for themselves." It takes time for her to continue, but continue she does. "Bother the rest of the Wardens. Bother whomever else pleases you. Why would you ever think that I would wish to be party to such a fool's errand?"
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"Bother the little Circle with this, not myself." Even the wind seems unwilling to swallow her words, falling silent to allow her to speak. Morrigan speaks with the little Circle - and it is a Circle by any other name if Vivienne sits so happily upon it, if they wish to call it a Council they can delude themselves then that's their own business for her to make mockery of with Gwenaelle over wine - when she has a mind to. Individually. To set a finger on the pulse. And since her son takes lessons with so many of the others. Just about holding much of the venom at bay, she rolls her eyes skyward as if that might grant her the sort of patience required for this, fingers rubbing the familiar grooves worn into her staff over time (if she is thinking of the faces her companions from the Fifth Blight might be making were they here to bear witness, it's keeping her from doing anything else).
"I have work of my own. I came to Skyhold as advisor on arcane matters, not to hold the hands of sheep and strays who cannot think for themselves." It takes time for her to continue, but continue she does. "Bother the rest of the Wardens. Bother whomever else pleases you. Why would you ever think that I would wish to be party to such a fool's errand?"