More a missed opportunity that another got to discover. She hates that. Hates not being the one to know something best about what she has dedicated so much of her life to now.
"Many old things are returning whether the world wishes to see it or not, a great many of us have been retracing the steps of our younger years." Morrigan too has found her attentions wandering in the direction of the Wilds for the first time in so long, thinking to return, to go looking, to actually follow up on any of the tales for the first time since she departed.
"Are they spirits of nature or wood themselves?" Her eyes light up at hearing something so very new that no one else here might have heard at all, another thing that might overlap in some way with Thedas. Rather hard to forget, after all, the lady of the wood.
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"Many old things are returning whether the world wishes to see it or not, a great many of us have been retracing the steps of our younger years." Morrigan too has found her attentions wandering in the direction of the Wilds for the first time in so long, thinking to return, to go looking, to actually follow up on any of the tales for the first time since she departed.
"Are they spirits of nature or wood themselves?" Her eyes light up at hearing something so very new that no one else here might have heard at all, another thing that might overlap in some way with Thedas. Rather hard to forget, after all, the lady of the wood.