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[arcaneadvisor]

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[arcaneadvisor]

No one does.

[How long she and Leliana danced about it, the unkind words, how they trapped themselves with one simple remark so early but then how it felt to dance with her, to almost lose her and sit by her as she recovered, to be furious that she forget her very self as Morrigan found just that.

Then to finally have her? All that had come before had been worth it.]

'Tis not quite the same but I felt that way with Kieran when I had him. Now here I am. You will find your way as you always have, if you need help you shall have it, and if he hurts or displeases you then I know how unpleasant he finds spiders.

[A joke just to try to set her favourite at ease a little.]

[elegiaque]

( The next laugh - better, less brittle. )

I don't know if it's going to, um - if.

The way elves work, where he's from, it shouldn't be...possible, they're for one person and that's that. He told my-- Mistress Baudin. That he's impotent. He's going to try and find out more about...I mean, we all knew some of the rifters were different here than they'd used to be.

I didn't actually ask about the impotence. You know, that isn't the be all and end all of everything, I could -

( Gwenaëlle's mind catches up with her mouth, realises she's telling Morrigan about how she's definitely thought about how to accommodate Thranduil's apparent bedroom problems, and it's definitely too late to save this smoothly but she's going to bloody well try - )

Anyway, he has a lot to figure out.

[arcaneadvisor]

[Despite how Morrigan talks around some subjects, she's a grown woman who was raised by Flemeth and has a son that's fast approaching being a teenager. Some subjects aren't going to shock her for what they are, only who they pertain to.

Now she's going to think about this every time she looks at Thranduil so that's something.]

Owl beaks are used by some. [In the same voice she uses for discussing strange and mystical far-off things Morrigan manages to talk absolute shit which is possibly (probably) mean but the payoff might be spectacular if it can be arranged.] The Chasind swear it restores a man's fire.

They know many things, he has met a shaman when he accompanied me to the Wilds not long ago.

[It can be arranged, she means. She loves you both, she will help however she can.]

[elegiaque]

I -

( 'am experiencing the conflicting emotions of intense desire for the ground to swallow me while also being really touched that you'd sort that out for me' )

- that's very good to know. I think it might be- a different issue, but, ah. Well.

( You know, don't dismiss anything out of hand that you might need later. )

[arcaneadvisor]

There are always solutions, I am sure you both shall overcome it.

[Which is very reassuring coming from the woman who had a child with the soul of an Old God with Alistair before the final battle with the Archdemon but he is literally thousands of years old and a rifter. Who knows what's going on in there.]

[elegiaque]

( Quieter- )

He's worried that it's something ... wrong. Not that. The-

( This is so much more uncomfortable for her, in an entirely different way, than it was to discuss the prospect of hitting up the Chasind for some dick remedies. Gwenaëlle isn't exactly squeamish about sexuality, but when it comes to matters of her heart and not her twat... )

'A simple joining of bodies'. That's how he put it. That's how elves marry, where he's from. And it's sort of a ... one and done situation, so he shouldn't be able to, um, return my

( her )

my feelings. My theory is that Thedas is a different life and therefore he can have a different wife, but it's not the sort of thing you want to play games with when we're talking about a fundamental fact of his species and the fucking rifts.

( And her feelings. )

[arcaneadvisor]

[There is a moment. Not a long moment because this isn't about her, it's about Gwenaëlle after all but that phrasing and if the rules were applied differently…

Her son under that roof, she thinks for half a heartbeat and then the other half stifles a cough because were it only Alistair and she cannot. Will not. Might look for some of the Chasind wine she brought back for herself after this is ended.

Instead.]

I have looked into rifts and rifters before we departed Skyhold from time to time when other work permitted, I wondered how they might have arrived, what we might share, what might be different through all the long and wandering and poorly understood paths of the Fade. [So. There's that. That she actually does have something that is possibly more relevant and helpful she can attempt to look into with some discretion.] If you love him...then there should be some exploration or a decision made. 'Tis-- [thinking of Leliana isn't a thing she does, she doesn't even talk about it now, hasn't in months because Morrigan can pack up a life and move on, she's good at that, has made herself so very good at that] 'tis unfair on you when you are young and have lost before.

[elegiaque]

Everybody's lost before.

( Soft, though, as she rarely is. Gratitude in it, even if expressing it will never come naturally or easily to her-

Morrigan always seems to have the right of things. )

[arcaneadvisor]

And yet it gets no easier. My new dwellings in Sundermount are completed now, if ever you wish to speak entirely away from everyone and everything.

[The offer is there. As it always is. She knows the Gallows isn't what Skyhold was when it comes to breaking out the wine and talking.]