Then I suppose that would make the wolf their successor. We can ascend the food chain in leaps and bounds. ( After the wolf or the bear would come, perhaps, a dragon. All very impressive creatures.
Still, Morrigan's words earn a quiet huff of breath that might have been a scoff or a huff of laughter, were it given enough force. ) Let us hope, then, that we are the victorious. I do not know whether it would be more prudent to push for change now, so it might gather momentum, or if it will distract us from our main goal.
( more quietly, and more harshly: ) But what goal is that, if not a better future for all? Fear is exactly the reason why change would benefit them, and a freedom from being feared would--
( But Leliana stops short, catching herself, reining back in her impatience and her displeasure, to settle the fire that rages in her so that she does not scorch herself or any other, even if it might be better. It is so frustrating. Doubtless there are myriad people out there who find her views frustrating; if they do, they have the sense not to voice it. It seems, at times, that there is a maze to be wandered through, filled with traps and dangers, and a good many keep themselves blindfolded through it out of sheer fool stubbornness. )
There is. ( She would be a fool to disagree, that much she knows beyond any doubt or hesitation. She frowns, then, though it is hardly a great shift from her expression as it was, tilting her head in a silent request that Morrigan walk with her. She prefers to move, where she can. It makes eavesdropping more difficult, shadowing more complex, and information easier to pin down. If she is paranoid, is it not with good reason, when the stakes are so high? ) We both of us appreciate the value of knowledge, whatever the battle.
( Whether against family, fate or something more widespread. Leliana steals secrets and feeds information as she must, blade in hand. Morrigan exhumes lost knowledge that it might be brought back to life, bringing history with it. A thought prickles at her, not for the first time, and she finds herself wondering if it is worth the risk. She has felt, before, that her work for Justinia was a game that risked the fate of nations. The Inquisition is no less significant, and what Morrigan might bring them could steel their cause. To receive an aide from a mage, as well, could do something to benefit her peers, even if Morrigan does not view them as such. (And she does not quite know what to make of a compliment from Morrigan, nor how to respond to it properly.) )
When, indeed? ( When would they stop being so in danger of it all crumbling apart? She cannot bear to think it, and yet it is exactly what she must think on, must consider. )
Perhaps we could ally our efforts more fully. If there is knowledge to be found and you are in need of more hands for the searching, my agents might be amongst the best suited. ( Swift, silent, and so very good at holding secrets.
On the other hand, of course, Morrigan was still ever in need of the clever comment. Lightly, more lightly than she feels, Leliana shrugs. ) Am I to take it that you are an expert in fashion, now, when your attire seems much the same as it was when first we met?
( She is fairly sure Morrigan called her crazy. Or perhaps Alistair? Or both. It hardly seems relevant. )
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( After the wolf or the bear would come, perhaps, a dragon. All very impressive creatures.
Still, Morrigan's words earn a quiet huff of breath that might have been a scoff or a huff of laughter, were it given enough force. ) Let us hope, then, that we are the victorious. I do not know whether it would be more prudent to push for change now, so it might gather momentum, or if it will distract us from our main goal.
( more quietly, and more harshly: ) But what goal is that, if not a better future for all? Fear is exactly the reason why change would benefit them, and a freedom from being feared would--
( But Leliana stops short, catching herself, reining back in her impatience and her displeasure, to settle the fire that rages in her so that she does not scorch herself or any other, even if it might be better. It is so frustrating. Doubtless there are myriad people out there who find her views frustrating; if they do, they have the sense not to voice it. It seems, at times, that there is a maze to be wandered through, filled with traps and dangers, and a good many keep themselves blindfolded through it out of sheer fool stubbornness. )
There is. ( She would be a fool to disagree, that much she knows beyond any doubt or hesitation. She frowns, then, though it is hardly a great shift from her expression as it was, tilting her head in a silent request that Morrigan walk with her. She prefers to move, where she can. It makes eavesdropping more difficult, shadowing more complex, and information easier to pin down. If she is paranoid, is it not with good reason, when the stakes are so high? ) We both of us appreciate the value of knowledge, whatever the battle.
( Whether against family, fate or something more widespread. Leliana steals secrets and feeds information as she must, blade in hand. Morrigan exhumes lost knowledge that it might be brought back to life, bringing history with it. A thought prickles at her, not for the first time, and she finds herself wondering if it is worth the risk. She has felt, before, that her work for Justinia was a game that risked the fate of nations. The Inquisition is no less significant, and what Morrigan might bring them could steel their cause. To receive an aide from a mage, as well, could do something to benefit her peers, even if Morrigan does not view them as such. (And she does not quite know what to make of a compliment from Morrigan, nor how to respond to it properly.) )
When, indeed? ( When would they stop being so in danger of it all crumbling apart? She cannot bear to think it, and yet it is exactly what she must think on, must consider. )
Perhaps we could ally our efforts more fully. If there is knowledge to be found and you are in need of more hands for the searching, my agents might be amongst the best suited.
( Swift, silent, and so very good at holding secrets.
On the other hand, of course, Morrigan was still ever in need of the clever comment. Lightly, more lightly than she feels, Leliana shrugs. ) Am I to take it that you are an expert in fashion, now, when your attire seems much the same as it was when first we met?
( She is fairly sure Morrigan called her crazy. Or perhaps Alistair? Or both. It hardly seems relevant. )