"They wanted to kill you. He stopped them." Kieran speaks quietly, raised on stories of the Fifth Blight as well as so many histories and other lessons to prepare a lad, fighting his face because his bottom lip isn't staying still (what would uncle Alistair or Zevran say, or aunt Leliana?) but he doesn't like thinking about people wanting to hurt her. Not people wanting to hurt anyone really but certainly not someone who always takes him places and shares jokes with him, makes him smile and laugh, and doesn't treat him like he's just a child.
Whatever other feelings Morrigan might have about Lord Luthor in the way any woman might have about a strange young man entering the life of a yong woman they care about when they know too much about men, she can say this in his favour, even if he might never hear it. "I am glad that he was there, I would be poorer for your loss."
In front of Kieran she cannot say some of what she wants to say. Because she's trying to keep him safe from the horrors of her own childhood, from the nightmares that chilled the very blood in her veins, that hurt her, that turned her to such a bitter biting creature as she was. When Gwenaelle does not need to be held so gently she will tell her the truths of the Witches of the Wilds, she thinks but she rests her forehead down against hers, a sign to listen well when such words are far too harsh to say.
"A child is flesh and blood, but not always that of your body." Am I your daughter mother, or did you steal me from a Chasind? In truth she knows in her heart that it's the former and twas only ever spiteful bitter comforts that she tried to find in distancing herself from stings and slaps in thinking of another mother who had a babe ripped from her once by a prowling creature she feared. "All this time she was with you, watched over you, kept your confidences. The world is a hungry thing but it cannot take the truth; she brought you into this world, that made you real and made you hers as much as she is yours, even now. What you do with that is up to you. You are your own person, Gwenaelle. You will always have choices."
Perhaps harder to see now than ever but when Morrigan snatched them from her mother's fingers leaving pieces of herself behind, she will be damned if she allows someone she cares for to lose sight of that if she can prevent it.
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Whatever other feelings Morrigan might have about Lord Luthor in the way any woman might have about a strange young man entering the life of a yong woman they care about when they know too much about men, she can say this in his favour, even if he might never hear it. "I am glad that he was there, I would be poorer for your loss."
In front of Kieran she cannot say some of what she wants to say. Because she's trying to keep him safe from the horrors of her own childhood, from the nightmares that chilled the very blood in her veins, that hurt her, that turned her to such a bitter biting creature as she was. When Gwenaelle does not need to be held so gently she will tell her the truths of the Witches of the Wilds, she thinks but she rests her forehead down against hers, a sign to listen well when such words are far too harsh to say.
"A child is flesh and blood, but not always that of your body." Am I your daughter mother, or did you steal me from a Chasind? In truth she knows in her heart that it's the former and twas only ever spiteful bitter comforts that she tried to find in distancing herself from stings and slaps in thinking of another mother who had a babe ripped from her once by a prowling creature she feared. "All this time she was with you, watched over you, kept your confidences. The world is a hungry thing but it cannot take the truth; she brought you into this world, that made you real and made you hers as much as she is yours, even now. What you do with that is up to you. You are your own person, Gwenaelle. You will always have choices."
Perhaps harder to see now than ever but when Morrigan snatched them from her mother's fingers leaving pieces of herself behind, she will be damned if she allows someone she cares for to lose sight of that if she can prevent it.