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.

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[wickedchase]

"I can only hope that whatever they learn would carry on to the clans. They've spent too much time wrapped up in themselves; it's long since been past time to pay heed to the rest of Thedas. All this inward nonsense has done them more harm than good." It's not often he's on this topic, but he certainly does not disagree with her by any means. "Let us hope they'll become wiser for it."

Twisted Fate chuckles quietly. "I promise when I encounter him, I'll ensure he remains entertained. I've a few tricks here and there that he might like."

If there's one thing that can soften him, it is children -- much to his own reluctance, it can't really be helped.

"No, fortunately. I was far from Kirkwall when all was being said and done. On my own adventures, as it were."

There's a pause as he listens to her, then looks very curious. "A Witch of the Wilds?" he says, almost dramatically, with complete humor inclined. "Terribly curious. I understand that we have a few of the Hero of Ferelden's companions here, and I understand one of them was a Witch of the Wilds. Coincidence?" He grins sharply.

[arcaneadvisor]

With a sigh she shrugs, half-smiling. "Who can say what wisdom the Dalish will take from this; likely they will pick over it and move on again for somewhere new and divide each thing up until smaller and smaller pieces and once again it shall slip through their fingers, through the cracks." That's why she's here, the one to sift through it all and make notes, to pore over each tiny thing without interruption or being forced to move on once again.

"Remember then that you said as much to his mother and that she'll know who to blame should he learn a thing or two that causes her grief." Whether it's from her teachings or simply a part of his nature, Kieran has never caused the sort of trouble most mothers speak of when talking about small boys. She's been fortunate on that account, best not to push though she won't deny him something that's likely considered normal for little boys.

"A tale for another time perhaps?" Of course she wants to know if only to satisfy her own curiousity but this way there's an easier excuse to seek him out in the future, if Kieran doesn't lead her there first.

Knowing that Zevran and Alistair are already about, and having had the fortune to meet Zevran on the road, there's no reason to play coy about such things. After all, there are likely still people looking for him, even she managed to lose track of where he was. "Since the days of Calenhad we witches of the wild have always played our part in shaping the ages of the world. The Blight began by my home for that matter, I met them from the start though there are books and bards if you wish to hear the tale told." Ten years though and the world forgets so quickly that it hurts, an old wound pressed too sharply.