Ah, but what if they believed you should be the one to tell them everything? I've had that trouble with this one, always asking questions and expecting such detailed answers.
Oh you know. Saving refugees to make sure I'll survive being killed by your friends.
Then nothing you say can be considered truth. It is no wonder that you are willing enough to tell your writer everything; you will only give these stories and they will learn nothing.
[Hey, that sounds like something someone else does. Hmm...]
shriek
'Tis foolish indeed to attempt any such thing with you, Mother.
Morrigan my love ;;
hiya, mom ;;
[A foolish, foolish thing indeed. Almost as idiotic as believing this very witch simply wanted immortality.]
Do they not know who you are?
So. How are things? Having fun with the Wardens?
Oh, yeah. Sleeping in tents, fighting darkspawn, encouraging dark rituals... And you?
Oh you know. Saving refugees to make sure I'll survive being killed by your friends.
Oh. That's...nice.
They are not fairytales, Mother.
I'm glad you think so dear. I knitted you a sweater along the way.
No. I suppose not. Legends hold but tiny grains of truth. So, legends then, since you are so particular.
Oh. Um...thanks?
It has a unicorn on it.
My favorite.
[Hey, that sounds like something someone else does. Hmm...]
I know <3