the wilds (of skyhold); Too much time in Orlais and she craves time alone, even with the work she might need to get done. The tent would be familiar to some if they happened by when she goes out into the deepest part of the forest surrounding Skyhold, the snow and ice crunching underfoot as she goes. Into the deepest, darkest parts of the wilds - or as wild as she can find here - does she travel, leaving a trail to follow if any are so bold, and her campfire burns bright in the dark by the time she makes camp.
And that's all she does, it would seem. Simply makes camp, settles herself. Wraps Kieran up warm in bearskin since he's almost as hardy as she is, settled in the woods as seemingly the two of them for a day or two at a time whenever the mood strikes. Kieran prefers to venture back during the day but Morrigan remains to wander as herself or as a wolf, or to perch high up in the branches as a crow should someone come across her little camp.
All the better to swoop down on them, after all.
around skyhold; With or without Kieran in tow (when your mother is Morrigan, she's a very good ward against wayward snowballs from your friends, didn't you know), Morrigan can be found prowling around Skyhold, visiting the stalls. There are supplies to gather, people that attempt to speak to her before they lose their nerve, or her son wants to ask about something and even a year in Skyhold doesn't have her trusting people enough to let him wander about strangers unattended.
Maybe you might accuse her of smile as she sweeps the snow from his hair or his shoulders, of spoiling him when she thinks he isn't looking. But it's that time of year, isn't it? And do you actually know when Kieran's birthday is?
library/her study; A diversion in Orlais after so much time in the field once again finds Morrigan alternating between Skyhold's libraries and her own more private study, attempting to catch up on the work that seems to have piled up in her absence much like the winter snows. The door to the study doesn't remain open but there are signs of life from the flickering of a candle or scouts and runners dispatched to fetch what she might require when she would rather not be disturbed to fetch it herself. Or there's Kieran popping in and out with whatever he thinks is particularly interesting.
Usually pinecones. Decorated pinecones. Or he wants to defrost and warm up again after a snowball fight, dripping all over the threshold with a grin as he peers out since no one in their right mind would dare, would they?
wildcard; [Or make up your own scenario and I'll roll with it.]
morrigan;
Too much time in Orlais and she craves time alone, even with the work she might need to get done. The tent would be familiar to some if they happened by when she goes out into the deepest part of the forest surrounding Skyhold, the snow and ice crunching underfoot as she goes. Into the deepest, darkest parts of the wilds - or as wild as she can find here - does she travel, leaving a trail to follow if any are so bold, and her campfire burns bright in the dark by the time she makes camp.
And that's all she does, it would seem. Simply makes camp, settles herself. Wraps Kieran up warm in bearskin since he's almost as hardy as she is, settled in the woods as seemingly the two of them for a day or two at a time whenever the mood strikes. Kieran prefers to venture back during the day but Morrigan remains to wander as herself or as a wolf, or to perch high up in the branches as a crow should someone come across her little camp.
All the better to swoop down on them, after all.
around skyhold;
With or without Kieran in tow (when your mother is Morrigan, she's a very good ward against wayward snowballs from your friends, didn't you know), Morrigan can be found prowling around Skyhold, visiting the stalls. There are supplies to gather, people that attempt to speak to her before they lose their nerve, or her son wants to ask about something and even a year in Skyhold doesn't have her trusting people enough to let him wander about strangers unattended.
Maybe you might accuse her of smile as she sweeps the snow from his hair or his shoulders, of spoiling him when she thinks he isn't looking. But it's that time of year, isn't it? And do you actually know when Kieran's birthday is?
library/her study;
A diversion in Orlais after so much time in the field once again finds Morrigan alternating between Skyhold's libraries and her own more private study, attempting to catch up on the work that seems to have piled up in her absence much like the winter snows. The door to the study doesn't remain open but there are signs of life from the flickering of a candle or scouts and runners dispatched to fetch what she might require when she would rather not be disturbed to fetch it herself. Or there's Kieran popping in and out with whatever he thinks is particularly interesting.
Usually pinecones. Decorated pinecones. Or he wants to defrost and warm up again after a snowball fight, dripping all over the threshold with a grin as he peers out since no one in their right mind would dare, would they?
wildcard;
[Or make up your own scenario and I'll roll with it.]