Eyes black, big paws and

[arcaneadvisor]

WHO: Morrigan, open
WHAT: Witching around
WHEN: Drakonis; present timeline
WHERE: Skyhold
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[alankazam]

"I saw the trophies. They catch plenty."

Dryness, only. He’s heard enough talk of rabbits lately to begin to put the pieces together on Orlais and its state of affairs — he'll never be at such risks as Beleth's people. Denerim had its troubles with the Alienage, an outpost in a sea of humanity, but Halamshiral was something else. Numbers didn't help them.

But: "They set a prisoner free?"

They ought to do it for more of them. It’s just strange, keeping people locked up like that. Like they're supposed to be forgotten, when all it really does it put them on display. He likes to think it helps a little when he watches, however silently — to have eyes on them without purpose, without anyone wanting anything of it. Makes it more like the world outside: Foliage in the menagerie.

He'd rather be dead than trapped like that.

"I don't really see why they take them in the first place."

[arcaneadvisor]

"Tis a rare place, is it not, where the nobles are the ones who wall themselves away."

They did well to scour away all evidence of the smoke from the fires Celene had lit, but that's always part of it; the people might be starving, they might be bleeding and scraping by but the elite will put on their paints, their powders, their gowns and masks so that the show will go on. After all, they need only look ahead not down, not back.

Inclining her head, she starts walking since-- well, there are so many ears besides she still has things to gather and work stacking up every time she turns her back. It takes time to cast her mind back all those months to the utter mess it had been, vaguely amusing for not directly being a part of it beyond taking Leliana's side in the matter if anyone had asked.

"As with so many things twas a thing badly handled. Lock a person in the cells, a rifter who happened to be an elven mage also, haul rifters in for questioning, hurt feelings and strife throughout the Inquistion even amongst the advisors at the time." And, because she feels like it even as she's sidestepping certain important details about it all, because sometimes Morrigan is still very much Morrigan and likes to make her feelings on certain establishments known: "Some will attract flies with honey. Others prefer dragon shit."

[alankazam]

Alan stoops to finish carefully uprooting the bulb, and follows at a slight distance.

"Was it the mage part," Can't only be that. They've got Anders working in the tents. "The elf part,"

And an entire clan of Dalish — at least, he's pretty sure they're all the same clan.

"Or the Rifter part?"

That last seems likely, but all three seems likeliest of all. Alan pays a little more attention than he used to, is more aware of the precarious equilibrium that Skyhold's many factions inhabit. Someone tipping that too far in one direction or another?

Dragon shit, as it were.

[arcaneadvisor]

"A perfect storm but she has presence." Morrigan can admit that much, if she is anything like Thranduil whom she knows far better. "An elf not of Thedas, a mage not of Thedas, something to aspire to perhaps as they delve into their pasts in a way not possible for those of a clan."

Mainly Ashara or what remains since she knows that two of them at least have splintered away to walk paths of their own making, two mages at that.

"When last did an elven mage walk quite so tall as one such as she, refusing to bow to the rules of men. I am told that their years number staggeringly beyond our own. Tis easy to see, is it not, why they would think she is as their ancestors lost to them with Arlathan and what followed?"