Your lady ambassador? A possibility. [Morrigan prefers to shout, to snipe, to get what she wants through sniping and sheer force of will, the blistering arguments with Celene ample demonstration of that. Speaking of which.] There are many things I would take over Alistair’s bleating and thinly veiled accusations, Wynne’s nonsense, Oghren’s everything, and an awful lot of what Zevran came out with. There was you and Sten, sometimes Shale.
[That she’s missed them is strange, or maybe not so when she looks at, at actual companionship for the first time in her life. She remembers that Leliana so well, how it seemed more a game to try to get under her skin. Would she want to now? Would she want to know what this Leliana is capable of?] You named a nug after me? Those awful little vermin? Are we all to find some small squealing pink thing named after us?
[At least her namesake has sense, that would be the most she would say, were she to dignify this conversation much further but now she just finds herself wondering if Leliana truly missed them so in the intervening years, and if she names her birds as well. It’s quite the jump from Shmooples to Nugistair and whatever Morrigan’s nug equivalent is.]
One can hear Alistair coming a mile off, even a boy playing can hear him coming. If there is a vendetta though [and that’s almost regret, it’s been ten years and still he gives her headaches but his son is here and she’s done right by him as best she can, better than either of them had at any rate] well that is his. I have more important matters to attend to, though so long as he rises to the bait...
[And he needs something to remember who he was, when the Wardens are plagued by Corypheus, when there are more questions than answers. Not that she’d admit it, he probably wouldn’t either, too disturbing a notion to entertain but you can’t come out of a Blight the same people that you were. She never expected to care for anything beyond saving her own skin from Flemeth.]
That it has already done, though no one can tell the future, least of all now. [They couldn’t remain forever but she had those years with him when all she needed was something she would never have found outside. That place between, that strange and wonderful place where history lived and the magic rippled over her skin, sanctuary and shelter. She can’t help the smile, soft but sad, almost pained because there’s so much more to consider now, that destiny that sits upon his shoulders and the soul carried within that little boy she loves so fiercely.] I wonder, is it so strange that I care for him? Tis hard to tell with Zevran and broaching it with Alistair thus far is...is best done in person but I will not push him. He rarely thinks before he speaks as it is. Whatever else Kieran is...he is a boy, he is my son. [She regrets the question, almost immediately because she doesn’t know how to do this mothering thing, or if loving him now makes up for the selfishness of acquiring him in the first place, if she’s any different to her own mother for having a plan where he has so little say or knowledge of it. But she’s trying and the eluvian was part of that, perhaps it will help Leliana to understand.] No guards, the less attention drawn to it the better. There is only one other I have met here that has even seen such a thing, Merrill, the Dalish elf that was one of Hawke’s companions and she does not know what I do.
[Satisfaction makes her smile, no small amount of pride either because the work she put into it and maybe she can show it to Leliana when things are more settled - show her what it means, what advantage it might give to them, to lead her through a place so few have seen since the fall of Arlathan.
The indignation makes her laugh, shaking her head before she takes a step forward and turns enough to look Leliana in the eye.] Lecture you most certainly did! And what pressing social engagements would Celene’s apostate be a part of here, I wonder?
[Although having so many of the those who fought at the Hero’s side...it could help. And she hates that she’s been in Orlais enough to actually think of politics so easily, especially around Leliana, but planning is planning, and the wilds prepares you for survival.] Redeeming qualities, I have never heard it phrased quite that way but there were so many gasps the day I was presented, in that dark dress and no mask. You might even see it.
[But to be fair, ten years and motherhood and she still looks the same and that’s something to be proud of.]
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[That she’s missed them is strange, or maybe not so when she looks at, at actual companionship for the first time in her life. She remembers that Leliana so well, how it seemed more a game to try to get under her skin. Would she want to now? Would she want to know what this Leliana is capable of?] You named a nug after me? Those awful little vermin? Are we all to find some small squealing pink thing named after us?
[At least her namesake has sense, that would be the most she would say, were she to dignify this conversation much further but now she just finds herself wondering if Leliana truly missed them so in the intervening years, and if she names her birds as well. It’s quite the jump from Shmooples to Nugistair and whatever Morrigan’s nug equivalent is.]
One can hear Alistair coming a mile off, even a boy playing can hear him coming. If there is a vendetta though [and that’s almost regret, it’s been ten years and still he gives her headaches but his son is here and she’s done right by him as best she can, better than either of them had at any rate] well that is his. I have more important matters to attend to, though so long as he rises to the bait...
[And he needs something to remember who he was, when the Wardens are plagued by Corypheus, when there are more questions than answers. Not that she’d admit it, he probably wouldn’t either, too disturbing a notion to entertain but you can’t come out of a Blight the same people that you were. She never expected to care for anything beyond saving her own skin from Flemeth.]
That it has already done, though no one can tell the future, least of all now. [They couldn’t remain forever but she had those years with him when all she needed was something she would never have found outside. That place between, that strange and wonderful place where history lived and the magic rippled over her skin, sanctuary and shelter. She can’t help the smile, soft but sad, almost pained because there’s so much more to consider now, that destiny that sits upon his shoulders and the soul carried within that little boy she loves so fiercely.] I wonder, is it so strange that I care for him? Tis hard to tell with Zevran and broaching it with Alistair thus far is...is best done in person but I will not push him. He rarely thinks before he speaks as it is. Whatever else Kieran is...he is a boy, he is my son. [She regrets the question, almost immediately because she doesn’t know how to do this mothering thing, or if loving him now makes up for the selfishness of acquiring him in the first place, if she’s any different to her own mother for having a plan where he has so little say or knowledge of it. But she’s trying and the eluvian was part of that, perhaps it will help Leliana to understand.] No guards, the less attention drawn to it the better. There is only one other I have met here that has even seen such a thing, Merrill, the Dalish elf that was one of Hawke’s companions and she does not know what I do.
[Satisfaction makes her smile, no small amount of pride either because the work she put into it and maybe she can show it to Leliana when things are more settled - show her what it means, what advantage it might give to them, to lead her through a place so few have seen since the fall of Arlathan.
The indignation makes her laugh, shaking her head before she takes a step forward and turns enough to look Leliana in the eye.] Lecture you most certainly did! And what pressing social engagements would Celene’s apostate be a part of here, I wonder?
[Although having so many of the those who fought at the Hero’s side...it could help. And she hates that she’s been in Orlais enough to actually think of politics so easily, especially around Leliana, but planning is planning, and the wilds prepares you for survival.] Redeeming qualities, I have never heard it phrased quite that way but there were so many gasps the day I was presented, in that dark dress and no mask. You might even see it.
[But to be fair, ten years and motherhood and she still looks the same and that’s something to be proud of.]