Listen. This is the noise of myth.

[arcaneadvisor]

WHO: Morrigan, Korrin, Ellana, Thranduil, Alistair, The Medicine Seller, Kit
WHAT: Morrigan takes a bunch of the Inquisition folks deep into the Korcari Wilds in search of Flemeth since she still hasn't shown herself which is a record for Flemeth not showing herself when times of change and crisis are upon us in the Dragon Age
WHEN: Early August
WHERE: Korcari Wilds
NOTES: ooc sign-up post and ic chat post about it; will update with any warnings but given Flemeth please assume all the standard canonical warnings for Flemeth and Chasind related content. As much Korcari Wilds info as you might need can all be found here

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[arcaneadvisor]

"Once my mother told me that when he was still but a rebel prince and before his companion ever earned the name the Hero of River Dane long before his fall, that once Maric and Loghain ended up before her." Would that have been theirs? That of their companions? Or is this something dropped from the time Jonas agreed to face the thing her mother became, returning to her with a grimoire she has never removed from her person since he pressed it into her hands?

The words buy her time, of course it would be this one with a mind sharper than any mirror shard she has reforged that cuts through what she intends. Alistair knows her too well, knows Flemeth too well. The rest know the tales and tales of Morrigan too, Thranduil...well Thranduil is something else again with his own agenda.

She sighs. Of course she's thought this but to give it voice is to give it life after all.

"I would know why it is she has kept her silence and her distance this time. This is chaos. This is war. Twice she intervened before yet now when all dances so close to the brink, when so much is unknown and now is the time she hides away?" That should trouble more than just Morrigan. But people are too fond of their stories and how they're told wrongly no matter how she tells the truth of her own so small wonder they're too wrapped up in themselves. "And I would know what she is to have evaded death so."

[meds4sale]

He watched Morrigan out the corner of his eye as she spoke about men who'd he'd only read about. A history she had been a part of.

The Medicine Seller remained quiet for a while after Morrigan finished.

"It could be that she has intervened without your knowledge," he said. "Or perhaps she believes your own involvement is sufficient."

Another pause, perhaps this time deliberately drawn out. Or perhaps the Medicine Seller was choosing his words carefully.

"Pertaining to the matter of evading death..." He hesitated. It might have been hard to tell that's what it was, given his usual cadence, but for a moment he had second thoughts. Not everything from his world was applicable to Thedas, and visa-versa, however many similarities he'd seen. But Morrigan had permitted him some place among this group, so he could at least provide her with something useful, even if it was only speculation.

"...In my home, there exist many kinds of shape changers. Some obtain long life through some manner of ritual. Others possess a natural longevity."

[arcaneadvisor]

How many in the Inquisition might fear the very thing he speaks? How many might hope for just the same. Not enough and too many, all of them foolish, all of them raised on stories who pay little mind to the truth behind them.

"I would know." She's sure of that. Isn't she? She is. She must be. Who else lives that would know her mother's hand as she does and she hasn't seen her fingerprints on anything more than the lives she's already touched who find themselves either with the Inquisition or so far from it. (The Hero and the Champion, the two she miraculously aided so well that the stories speak of them and both gone so that none can find them no matter how hard they search, what does that tell her, as she drags this group into the past, over old bones, old relics, old wounds.)

What did it look like when Cousland came and fought the dragon that was her mother? Was that a truer face than the one she knew no matter how it looked at her? Better to listen to someone who has no right to be so sharp; what she knows of eluvians, what little they know of the Fade, who is to say where and how the rifters truly come to them in the end.

She thinks on it, watching him intently because she can't allow this to slip through her fingers. "What manner of ritual." More hesitant for Morrigan too but this is the place she was meant to return to, with robes meant to sap her will. She knows of things to break her to prolong a life.

Flemeth has many daughters, so it goes, but Morrigan has never met a sister.