As soon as Morrigan changes shape, she'll see and hear more clearly, a comfort in the dark so long as there are no rat kings and no voices that sound like her son to echo in the darkness. The ground doesn't turn to cracking glass beneath her feet, the air isn't quite so fetid and she only turns every so often as she walks, pausing at the doors when others have passed to set her free hand upon them.
"There is little we can afford to lose. Whomever created such objects? Tis unlikely they left notes on how to replicate them, and Wardens cling to their secrets." For a given value of secrets, especially these days. "Even if there were notes, translating ancient tongues is a trial. We might spend until Corypheus ends the world and only find we have translated incorrectly or to have a fragment that is worth less than the parchment it is written on."
No one said how, exactly, she had to be helpful, only that she came to help and unfortunately there's only so much you can do even if you dig and scrape until you've broken your nails back to the quick, leaving them bloodied and caked in what you hope is only dirt. Repairing an eluvian is difficult but not so outlandish when one considers what it is - glass is a simple enough thing to replace with the touch of magic if one knows, if one has the will. But these? Morrigan is however rather uncomfortably reminded of a few other places of power, binding spells and rituals as old memories claw their way to the surface.
sorry for delays, migraine brain
"There is little we can afford to lose. Whomever created such objects? Tis unlikely they left notes on how to replicate them, and Wardens cling to their secrets." For a given value of secrets, especially these days. "Even if there were notes, translating ancient tongues is a trial. We might spend until Corypheus ends the world and only find we have translated incorrectly or to have a fragment that is worth less than the parchment it is written on."
No one said how, exactly, she had to be helpful, only that she came to help and unfortunately there's only so much you can do even if you dig and scrape until you've broken your nails back to the quick, leaving them bloodied and caked in what you hope is only dirt. Repairing an eluvian is difficult but not so outlandish when one considers what it is - glass is a simple enough thing to replace with the touch of magic if one knows, if one has the will. But these? Morrigan is however rather uncomfortably reminded of a few other places of power, binding spells and rituals as old memories claw their way to the surface.