Moving the books that she unpacked - because they were in the way of the things that she did happen to need, things she had sent ahead of her and Kieran as the problem with settling is that you accumulate, and again they will have to trim down to the essentials when time here has come to an end - she glances at the child again but was this not her once? No. The shadow of Flemeth awaited, the hand to snatch her by the hair, to rip a child from her grasp. A world through a mirror beckoned.
But there are things that cannot be spoken of.
"Do not forget that I have seen the so-called security of a Circle, one set within a lake with a long and storied history that fell to darkness. There is no security to be found in them. Not in Kirkwall where the Veil spread itself thin long before the splitting of the sky itself; do you imagine that the Inquisition alone is enough to deter those who know Kirkwall best?" Thieves have long slipped their fingers into Kirkwall's locks, Morrigan knows that well enough and it's why a stronger door for her own study with spells upon it will be a priority, a deterrent or as good a one as can be managed but if things go missing then so much the better for her habit of making her own notes and keeping them to herself that she's impressed upon those she's taught. "I know more of the eluvians than most, I enjoy the company of both Thranduil and Ellana, though I require no maps to find them; if they were so easy to find, they would be found by now. Most are ruined, shattered, gone, lost and destroyed and entirely beyond reach of the Inquisition."
She should know. She did it alone, she did it with no one else and a part of her coils and hisses within herself. I remade it. I forged it. I smithed the glass and shredded my voice until it was as ruined as that of any glass-maker in Serault, I lived in a place without name so I gave it a name that a child might know his home for he was less safe than any child has ever been. What do you know of it. Instead she swallows, rubs where a headache sits in her temples, a place she gives over to a few certain people including Flemeth. (There mother, you have one piece of me at either side, but you are not even close to satisfied.)
"A personal matter. I may depart the Inquisition for a time if what I find proves relevant but tis as I said, personal." A courtesy that Morrigan is telling her that she'll be leaving at an undisclosed time, for an undisclosed period, but what Morrigan deems to share of her mother, she feels, is entirely up to herself. The world has enough tales of her mother to split between itself and Pel's people had a share of them too, tis only right that Morrigan should keep a share of it that belongs to her.
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But there are things that cannot be spoken of.
"Do not forget that I have seen the so-called security of a Circle, one set within a lake with a long and storied history that fell to darkness. There is no security to be found in them. Not in Kirkwall where the Veil spread itself thin long before the splitting of the sky itself; do you imagine that the Inquisition alone is enough to deter those who know Kirkwall best?" Thieves have long slipped their fingers into Kirkwall's locks, Morrigan knows that well enough and it's why a stronger door for her own study with spells upon it will be a priority, a deterrent or as good a one as can be managed but if things go missing then so much the better for her habit of making her own notes and keeping them to herself that she's impressed upon those she's taught. "I know more of the eluvians than most, I enjoy the company of both Thranduil and Ellana, though I require no maps to find them; if they were so easy to find, they would be found by now. Most are ruined, shattered, gone, lost and destroyed and entirely beyond reach of the Inquisition."
She should know. She did it alone, she did it with no one else and a part of her coils and hisses within herself. I remade it. I forged it. I smithed the glass and shredded my voice until it was as ruined as that of any glass-maker in Serault, I lived in a place without name so I gave it a name that a child might know his home for he was less safe than any child has ever been. What do you know of it. Instead she swallows, rubs where a headache sits in her temples, a place she gives over to a few certain people including Flemeth. (There mother, you have one piece of me at either side, but you are not even close to satisfied.)
"A personal matter. I may depart the Inquisition for a time if what I find proves relevant but tis as I said, personal." A courtesy that Morrigan is telling her that she'll be leaving at an undisclosed time, for an undisclosed period, but what Morrigan deems to share of her mother, she feels, is entirely up to herself. The world has enough tales of her mother to split between itself and Pel's people had a share of them too, tis only right that Morrigan should keep a share of it that belongs to her.