Scallop the breastbone

[arcaneadvisor]

WHO: Morrigan, open;
WHAT: Morrigan (and Kieran) join the Inquisition earlier than planned; she looks for tutors, tale of the Warden's companions present and assistance with her research
WHEN: mid-Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Kieran is an npc and as such shall be shuffled off elsewhere quickly.  Feel free to spot her anywhere around Skyhold looking suitably disgusted.

With one small boy practically dead on his feet, it had been easier than it might have been elsewise to arrange for suitable quarters for a woman and her son, perhaps easier than it might have been had she come in a rather more official capacity.  True, the eluvian might have been with her then but things were rather less organised than she would have hoped and the rumours filtering into Orlais hadn't been wrong about the utter chaos.  Even when Orlesian theatrics were taken into account.  No matter, they were here, the last of her things that were too much for the two of them to transport safely would arrive shortly and doubtlessly she would be able to find a safe place for them.

For now, her priorities are getting the lay of the land as it were and it's not long before yet another mage is prowling through Skyhold though this one will look any Templar in the eye until they look away first if challenged, a woman clearly on a mission.

Tutors for her son for a start, she won't have him neglecting his studies.  Seeking old companions or word of them next when she heard talk on the road that she'd have the truth of.  And lastly, help with her own research and the not inconsiderable stash of very old, and very rare magical books she's lugged all the way here from Orlais, with two volumes kept always on her person lest they be lost again.

Comments

[arcaneadvisor]

"It only takes one careless remark, and we can agree that he is prone to them, as prone as he is to blundering into traps even when warned of them. Tis likely to be an uncomfortable situation and Kieran is...a special boy." Better to talk to Alistair first if she can hunt him down and trap him somewhere, if only so he'll actually be forced to talk through it until it's done. As amusing as tales of his own childhood might be to him, it's different to say it and she's sure he's imagined some sort of monstrous creature, either because of her, because of the soul of the Old God, or both.

It's the talk of Wardens too, when there's a griffin emblem stitched on the front of many of his clothes, when they're heroes to the very young.

"Oh no, Kieran knows well what I am capable of; magic is magic, there is nothing to fear with it and he has had to learn far more, far quicker than any Circle mage, any apostate. He must be ready, he must understand what dangers there are with it. He studies the theory, the history. Twas never magic that gave me pause as a girl." It was what Flemeth did with magic, with her Chasind men. Morrigan has absolutely no plans to get up to any of that and even crude folk are better about keeping such talk from children.

Zevran she will actually set you on fire, or the suspicious look implies that she's really considering the possibility. "See to it that you do not, I would not want for things to become strained between us." Like spiders. So many spiders. And swarms of flies so thick nothing can be seen through them.