Her dirty paws and furry coat

[arcaneadvisor]

WHO: Morrigan; open
WHAT: Guess who got her spooky witch home all set up in Sundermount? Also possibly poking around in Kirkwall for things
WHEN: Harvestmere
WHERE: Sundermount/Kirkwall
NOTES: Some discussion of the hunt for Flemeth, Morrigan being Morrigan. Starters in the comments.

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[arcaneadvisor]

Sometimes she was, only not so conveniently. [And you were half-dead and grief-stricken, but despite her path not crossing with Loghain's so far, Morrigan isn't about to go prodding the borders of that wound. She's no healer.

Kirkwall's market stalls are more bountiful than Denerim, less expensive than Val Royeaux's at least here. Fewer attempts at things meant to look elven but even as she tries to think of practical things, the jewellery is where she's stopped. As much the magpie as she was in her girlhood but with no one to come take anything intriguing from her hands this time, it's mostly a matter of keeping Kieran within sight.

Kieran shooting up like a weed (when did that happen) as if settling for a spell has allowed him to put down roots. Kieran with his strange collection of a family as he laughs at whatever someone's explaining to him a few stalls down--]

Does it feel strange to you that your life is a story to someone else? A thing that happened that they read a piece of written by someone who didn't know you? Passed about? [The hesitance comes because it's the two of them who do belong to parts of other tales regardless but the point still stands. She thinks.] I wanted to-- I think I wanted to see her the way I thought of her when I left. Just an old woman caked in mud, something to laugh about. To point at. "There she is, the one who saved the Hero and the Champion, come look."