"The Fade?" It's been ten years and she remembers it, though her own experience wasn't nearly so shattering as those her companions had to deal with; she is glad none of the rest of them knew then how far the demon had to reach to convince her, a Mage that actually kept her wits about her. "You have been there before, you awoke, as did we all." What was different this time, she asks with the way she tilts her head same as all the ravens in the rookery, eyes keen and bright, brows pulled together. "Who is we? How many? Tis a long journey even from Val Royeaux to the Approach, longer still to Skyhold. There was no word."
And that's when Morrigan flies. There was no word, she thought the Nightingale had made a cut and is that so wrong an assumption for her to make? But she does manage half a smile, at least moving around the desk with one hand braced on it to keep herself upright, just to be safe.
"Perhaps the rumours whispered in Celene's court are not so false, there is much I know that does not come from the Circle, and I have learned much more since last we parted." Maybe it's the wrong moment to tease, to try to be coy as if she were years younger but here they are, and one of them should make the attempt. If Leliana is being foolish, then perhaps now is the moment to take Zevran's advice. "I am not afraid of dangerous things, no matter how sharp they might be, not with my mouth nor my tongue."
Morrigan is just as liable to cut herself with her own words as she is another, either what she says or does not, when she says them or when she holds them back so they sit in her throat to choke her.
"Yet here you are," she agrees, and the hand that isn't on the edge of the table reaches for Leliana, slowly enough that she can recoil should she chose to. "I have missed our talks. I am driven to distraction with you here, by this, but tis so much worse when you are gone."
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And that's when Morrigan flies. There was no word, she thought the Nightingale had made a cut and is that so wrong an assumption for her to make? But she does manage half a smile, at least moving around the desk with one hand braced on it to keep herself upright, just to be safe.
"Perhaps the rumours whispered in Celene's court are not so false, there is much I know that does not come from the Circle, and I have learned much more since last we parted." Maybe it's the wrong moment to tease, to try to be coy as if she were years younger but here they are, and one of them should make the attempt. If Leliana is being foolish, then perhaps now is the moment to take Zevran's advice. "I am not afraid of dangerous things, no matter how sharp they might be, not with my mouth nor my tongue."
Morrigan is just as liable to cut herself with her own words as she is another, either what she says or does not, when she says them or when she holds them back so they sit in her throat to choke her.
"Yet here you are," she agrees, and the hand that isn't on the edge of the table reaches for Leliana, slowly enough that she can recoil should she chose to. "I have missed our talks. I am driven to distraction with you here, by this, but tis so much worse when you are gone."