But the Stars are not gods, they say

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli, Yngvi, Morrigan, Brónach ; open
WHAT: Catch-all for Drakonis
WHEN: Handwaved points through Drakonis
WHERE: Kirkwall + Sundermount
NOTES: If you want a specific starter, grab me on deathwailart or bansheesquad#0389 and we can work something out. Starters in the comments

Comments

[limier]

"And your own so silent," Wry, an eye to the hills and birds beyond. How is a raven like a baronet? Fat and apt to squawk. "You wished to speak of time."

They may as well save their own:

"The affair at Haven, last winter." She straightens, tips her chin towards the house. There's no particular purpose to moving this indoors (they aren't getting any more alone) but when hospitality might entail getting off one's knees for a bit — "Of how much are you aware?"

Pieces, at least, or they'd not be discussing it now.

[arcaneadvisor]

"I cannot always be my own messenger." More, this was ever her company. Nostalgia is dangerous, she knows better than to trust it but birds have a sense of things, if the birds are flapping, something is amiss, and that's enough to draw her attention. But it's to be straight to business which is a reason she does like Coupe far more than any other Templar she's met.

Alistair doesn't count, he's a Warden. The only good one. The only bloody worthy one out of the festering lot.

"Little and less." A reluctant sort of admission but there are things Morrigan isn't told because she's Morrigan, and as much as she's Inquisition and has been since she arrived, she's on the edge of too many things. She knows too much about uncomfortable subjects. "The edge of rumours were enough to trouble me."

(Or I tried very hard to find threads and I can't remember I'm sorry enjoy the vague witchspeak.)