Better in the eyes of whom? The Templars would lock up the mages, the mages with sense would at last know their freedom, Celene’s supporters howl for Gaspard’s blood and vice versa, in some circles the Chantry would have the Inquisition entirely disbanded despite it being the one force doing anything to stop this madness.
[Right now there are still too many factions thinking of their own wants and needs though they might all say that they want to achieve a common purpose. Someone needs to be the loudest of all voices, or one who can mediate between them, pointing them where to go and setting the best minds for each task on them. She can leave when she wishes, she’s here to lend aid until it stands in the way of her own work and then she’ll be gone again, perhaps back to Orlais should she be required, or off elsewhere, Kieran at her side. Kieran has a destiny, somewhat unfairly given to him by Morrigan herself, her own purposes that came first when she was still so selfish. At least she can help him however she can, she can guide him.
It’s not the same as taming a beast such as this but part of her understands, as another part recoils.
So she follows, a little behind and to the right, her eyes and ears just as sharp. One might think that defeating the Blight would grant peace of mind, not guide them down roads to where every shadow might house an unwanted spectre from the past. She told the Hero once that Flemeth was the true danger, before she disappeared back into the eluvian alone. Leliana, Zevran, Alistair, they all know that her mother is more than just a Chasind legend and an old story, that there is something real and not wholly human about her but what can actually be done beyond watching, beyond waiting really. Flemeth looms and lurks, there is a chance she might not be free, not when Morrigan learns more, not when Kieran grows.] Perhaps we might conquer Thedas instead. There is little that stands in the way of knowledge, given time.
[It’s a joke, one in poor taste but there can’t be many who know more than the two of them between them, and what they do know can always lead to more. Tevinter has an Archon and a Black Divine, why not give Thedas something to mirror it, the victor getting to fight the Qunari whenever the invasion comes at last.
It has to be better than now, the petty squabbles that draw attention from where it is needed, the reason she’s glad to be out of Orlais when even the Empress is no longer safe. Orlais has always had greedy eyes, the Chantry in one hand, the might of the army in the other, all until now. Others will see what happens, how Ferelden has become imperiled once again, that Kirkwall has seen mages go mad like the days where slaves were brought to the Gallows.
But that’s a considerable offer from Leliana, one she wasn’t fully expecting and she stops for a moment before catching up again.]
I thank you. There are places that we have no foothold in, and others where we might draw more attention than we desire. [The Exalted Plains. The Emerald Graves. Beyond.] There is a matter I would discuss with you, a delivery to made to Skyhold. I approached the commander but you do better with things that should be kept secret.
[An eluvian in Skyhold being common knowledge? Utter uproar.
But she laughs, thinking about the dress she brought from Orlais, how long she had looked at Kieran after when it had been just as Leliana described before she pushed the thoughts away.] You did not see me in Orlais, tis nice to return to what one knows after...enduring their fashions, even altered to suit and without the masks.
[Maddening perhaps, but not crazy, they’ve all seen too much real crazy to make proper jokes about it now.]
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[Right now there are still too many factions thinking of their own wants and needs though they might all say that they want to achieve a common purpose. Someone needs to be the loudest of all voices, or one who can mediate between them, pointing them where to go and setting the best minds for each task on them. She can leave when she wishes, she’s here to lend aid until it stands in the way of her own work and then she’ll be gone again, perhaps back to Orlais should she be required, or off elsewhere, Kieran at her side. Kieran has a destiny, somewhat unfairly given to him by Morrigan herself, her own purposes that came first when she was still so selfish. At least she can help him however she can, she can guide him.
It’s not the same as taming a beast such as this but part of her understands, as another part recoils.
So she follows, a little behind and to the right, her eyes and ears just as sharp. One might think that defeating the Blight would grant peace of mind, not guide them down roads to where every shadow might house an unwanted spectre from the past. She told the Hero once that Flemeth was the true danger, before she disappeared back into the eluvian alone. Leliana, Zevran, Alistair, they all know that her mother is more than just a Chasind legend and an old story, that there is something real and not wholly human about her but what can actually be done beyond watching, beyond waiting really. Flemeth looms and lurks, there is a chance she might not be free, not when Morrigan learns more, not when Kieran grows.] Perhaps we might conquer Thedas instead. There is little that stands in the way of knowledge, given time.
[It’s a joke, one in poor taste but there can’t be many who know more than the two of them between them, and what they do know can always lead to more. Tevinter has an Archon and a Black Divine, why not give Thedas something to mirror it, the victor getting to fight the Qunari whenever the invasion comes at last.
It has to be better than now, the petty squabbles that draw attention from where it is needed, the reason she’s glad to be out of Orlais when even the Empress is no longer safe. Orlais has always had greedy eyes, the Chantry in one hand, the might of the army in the other, all until now. Others will see what happens, how Ferelden has become imperiled once again, that Kirkwall has seen mages go mad like the days where slaves were brought to the Gallows.
But that’s a considerable offer from Leliana, one she wasn’t fully expecting and she stops for a moment before catching up again.]
I thank you. There are places that we have no foothold in, and others where we might draw more attention than we desire. [The Exalted Plains. The Emerald Graves. Beyond.] There is a matter I would discuss with you, a delivery to made to Skyhold. I approached the commander but you do better with things that should be kept secret.
[An eluvian in Skyhold being common knowledge? Utter uproar.
But she laughs, thinking about the dress she brought from Orlais, how long she had looked at Kieran after when it had been just as Leliana described before she pushed the thoughts away.] You did not see me in Orlais, tis nice to return to what one knows after...enduring their fashions, even altered to suit and without the masks.
[Maddening perhaps, but not crazy, they’ve all seen too much real crazy to make proper jokes about it now.]