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[arcaneadvisor]

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[champions]

( Hot, tbh. There is an appealing sort of allure to Morrigan, which she does not doubt Morrigan is aware of, nor that Morrigan is capable of making use of it. The gothic suave babe factor is noted, and categorised, and duly set aside. )

What magic is without limits? The quality of the mage is in their wits, not their raw power. I am sure we would all of us love to learn more dramatic magic, but what is the good of it without sense?

( She's delighted, basically, but chill. ) You are not wrong. The same can be said of how mages are treated, in most nations, to an extent; we are desirable to some only as tools, and if we cannot be useful, then we can be broken.

( Matter of fact. Sad, but not what she is hoping they will discuss. )

[arcaneadvisor]

A giant spider is not without its drama, though that tends to come with the fright and squeamishness of others. [And the smell of urine when the giant spider launches itself at others, the last thing certain people have ever had the certain misfortune to ever see in their miserable little lives. Still, this is less judgement than expected from a Circle mage but Morrigan is careful. Coy.

Celene had her reasons for asking after particular talents and knowledge, all to mutual benefit until it had reached an end but this could easily tip either way. The Inquisition never allows for folk to so easily avoid one another should a thing go ill.]

Well if there are those who will go about as sheep in a field, they cannot be surprised when the wolves come as do the butchers. [Myrobalan had much the same speech of her once; the Circles were what they were, too many offered their throats. Perhaps people will one day notice that Morrigan has so seldom called herself a mage at all.]

[champions]

No. Although some of us would sooner be the wolf.

( Metaphorically or literally. Become a pack to be reckoned with, not a creature of flight. )

Or maybe the dramatic spider.

[arcaneadvisor]

I confess, I have known this life so long I cannot imagine being unable to live it as something else. To see and hear and smell. However much you might know it, you may still be what you are.

[Marisol can hold her own in conversation though, she has that going for her.]

[champions]

Do you think you know yourself better, for having been in other skins? Or... does it make the reading of others more insightful?

( To see them as might their hunter, their prey, as something else that slips between skins and is simultaneously themselves and not themselves at all. )

[arcaneadvisor]

I am still myself when a wolf. I am no bard [a quiet scoff, a woman glad to be mostly rid of them] and that is not where my talents lie but there are things a wolf might hear or smell that I can relay to a person.

[Perhaps if there were mage bards or rogue shapeshifters, but such is life, and Morrigan grew up alone in the Wilds. She reads animals better than many people until later in her life. A deliberate act of Flemeth's. It doesn't do to be bitter about it now in the house of a stranger.]

[champions]

Of course. ( She sips the wine, thinking on that for a few moments before speaking further. Morrigan does not strike her a woman to suffer fools, and Marisol has no interest in appearing foolish. )

I apologise if any of my questions are nonsensical in some way. This is simply a wondrous form of magic. I can only imagine the things that could be done with it. To be able to view the sea from beneath the waves rather than riding over them, or to have eyes that can watch in the dark. There are so many secrets that could be uncovered.

[arcaneadvisor]

After sailing to and from Nevarra, and given I made my own way from Skyhold to Kirkwall by land? The freedom it offers is gift enough to those who use it well. Too many see it in parts and pieces. Of those I have taught in my time, some have used it as little more than parlour tricks to entertain friends from what I have heard. As if this is not old magic. Near lost.

[Marisol strikes her as being less of a disappointment in that arena.]

[champions]

( Cheerfully, )

I could arrange for them to be stabbed, if you like?

( She's joking!


Maybe. )

[arcaneadvisor]

Tempting as that offer is, there are few enough bodies to fill posts.

[Do you hear the conviction it's there.

Somewhere.]