Morrigan does like Ellana, one of the students she is proudest of, a young woman becoming very much her own person if she's rather misguided in being a part of the Council. At least Morrigan tells her not to allow anyone to walk over her, time will only tell if she listens.
"You were a part of it once. You started a war for it as I understand." A part of this smacks of closing the stable door after the horse has bolted, but in this case the horse has been killed, butchered, the hide cured, the rest of it boiled into something useful. "I do not advocate for anything, if they are fools enough to leash themselves then they will always be fools, and they would do well to look to the elves for what happens in such cases. We all know that will never happen."
How hot the fires of Halamshiral had burned. How the nobles had complained of the ash, of the lack of servants to clean it up. If none in the Circle had learned to look past their own noses by now then they won't, and there's no need to wash her hands of a thing when her involvement has been as much of her dealings are. On the fringes, the outskirts. One foot in, one foot out.
"I have never had a need to write such a thing down." Some lessons came from books, yes, but anything to do with survival? Flemeth's words and Flemeth's voice, and Morrigan did well to remember them or she would rue when she did not. Kieran's instruction is gentler, but it is as she was taught. "You would do well to start by telling them that dry wood burns and wet wood smokes, what berries will make a stomach cramp. You cannot teach a life."
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"You were a part of it once. You started a war for it as I understand." A part of this smacks of closing the stable door after the horse has bolted, but in this case the horse has been killed, butchered, the hide cured, the rest of it boiled into something useful. "I do not advocate for anything, if they are fools enough to leash themselves then they will always be fools, and they would do well to look to the elves for what happens in such cases. We all know that will never happen."
How hot the fires of Halamshiral had burned. How the nobles had complained of the ash, of the lack of servants to clean it up. If none in the Circle had learned to look past their own noses by now then they won't, and there's no need to wash her hands of a thing when her involvement has been as much of her dealings are. On the fringes, the outskirts. One foot in, one foot out.
"I have never had a need to write such a thing down." Some lessons came from books, yes, but anything to do with survival? Flemeth's words and Flemeth's voice, and Morrigan did well to remember them or she would rue when she did not. Kieran's instruction is gentler, but it is as she was taught. "You would do well to start by telling them that dry wood burns and wet wood smokes, what berries will make a stomach cramp. You cannot teach a life."