[There's a strange honesty that comes with those who have known her as long as some here. Others might know the stories. Others might know the reputation of the apostate at the side of the Empress but there are three here who know her, and out of all the possibilities, very few are outright disagreeable.
Leliana and Zevran are chief amongst them, though if that says more about them or Morrigan, she doesn't truly care to know.]
A sculpting hand, is that the new name for it these days? [But then there was the rose, that one solitary rose blooming in the Blight, the sort of story that made Morrigan want to gag back then.] And what of the head? Hands seldom work well without eyes to see and a mind to direct them.
[Leadership. Leadership is problematic because for whatever they did in recruiting both mages and Templars, there's not a single unifying figure that she can see, nothing to sway others with weight and power to their cause. Even during the Blight they had a leader. (And Alistair but everyone knows how she feels about his 'input'.)] No words of wisdom from the Maker now?
[For the moment the humour is gone, an honest question for once without angling to see what reaction it will cause. For the moment, she's not needling.]
But what will come of all your fighting, after all, Celene champions herself as ushering in a new era in Orlais but Halamshiral still burned and the Exalted Plains shall bear scars for years to come.
[Another slight for the elves once calling that place home and for all that she knows there are regions there she would investigate, it remains out of the question for now.]0
I have never been mistaken for most people, as you well know. [How boring she would be if she did what everyone else did, played all their games and pretended at being something tame? But she is actually smiling, and that's more than an awful lot of people can say they've had from her so quickly.] What finally made you descend from your tower?
no subject
Leliana and Zevran are chief amongst them, though if that says more about them or Morrigan, she doesn't truly care to know.]
A sculpting hand, is that the new name for it these days? [But then there was the rose, that one solitary rose blooming in the Blight, the sort of story that made Morrigan want to gag back then.] And what of the head? Hands seldom work well without eyes to see and a mind to direct them.
[Leadership. Leadership is problematic because for whatever they did in recruiting both mages and Templars, there's not a single unifying figure that she can see, nothing to sway others with weight and power to their cause. Even during the Blight they had a leader. (And Alistair but everyone knows how she feels about his 'input'.)] No words of wisdom from the Maker now?
[For the moment the humour is gone, an honest question for once without angling to see what reaction it will cause. For the moment, she's not needling.]
But what will come of all your fighting, after all, Celene champions herself as ushering in a new era in Orlais but Halamshiral still burned and the Exalted Plains shall bear scars for years to come.
[Another slight for the elves once calling that place home and for all that she knows there are regions there she would investigate, it remains out of the question for now.]0
I have never been mistaken for most people, as you well know. [How boring she would be if she did what everyone else did, played all their games and pretended at being something tame? But she is actually smiling, and that's more than an awful lot of people can say they've had from her so quickly.] What finally made you descend from your tower?