finishing Awakenings brought back the old girl from an older canon point. whoops.

[wardencousland]

Mundane, I'm certain you have more productive things to do with your time than yank me around like some child's plaything. [Smoldering anger is go. Somebody's not happy.] I know I have Darkspawn to kill and a King-to-be to chase down before he escapes yet another lesson from Arl Eamon. You'd think he was running from Ogres the way he goes on about it, not lessons in politics. ...Though I would honestly take the Ogre myself. At least those you can kill.

[sigh + headshake. She sees that man as someone important, truly, but the number of headaches Alistair's given her...Maker.]

Now, let us simply go our seperate ways and agree that this---no, Mundane. You may not attempt to "put me" anywhere. I know you have other things to do, and I...I would prefer to stay home, for once. I've had quite enough travelling for one lifetime, thank you.

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[wardencousland]

[Another laugh. Maker, Morrigan...she's missed you and your razor sharp wit.]

He would protest at that, you know. Something about being a king affording him more than the bottom rung in the pack. [snort.] Though if he keeps sneaking out like this, he'll never get there, so perhaps I should tell him what you said.

[ordonaturalis]

Being born is no grand feat. Squirrels manage that. Rabbits in the field. That he managed to do so with a thimbleful of royal blood is hardly his accomplishment. If any credit is to be given, my friend, it must be to you. For so cleverly tricking a nation of fools and simpletons into believing the man should be rewarded for his mother's charms and father's indulgence.

[wardencousland]

Perhaps so, Morrigan. Perhaps so. [indulgent smile is go. Alistair is a good man, and Maker knows she loves him, but there are times...well. There are times she does find herself agreeing with her sarcastic mage friend. Now, however...]

He has his merits, though. He didn't run when I appointed him as King instead of giving Anora the crown, and I thought he would try to do so. That should speak of his courage in some things, at least.

[It's one thing to face an Ogre. It's another thing to face the Court and live. She would know both from experience, and only one would be a good day.]

[ordonaturalis]

Or to his inability to locate the correct door in a moment of panic.

[Sigh]

Yet, I see you are set in having your inflated opinions of the man. 'Tis no matter. Not if you are fated to depart to some new, strange soon enough, in any case.

[wardencousland]

A fair point.

[No sighing, you. She thinks the world of him, yes, but even she can see he's a bit of an idiot sometimes. ...Most days. Okay almost all the time. As for the rest...]

I have my doubts about actually going anywhere. Not many places would take one such as myself, though I can't say if I should be grateful for that or insulted.

[Too many variables, apparently. Bah. She meant what she said about wanting to stay home, though. Sleeping in her own bed is wonderful.]

[ordonaturalis]

Allowing others to decide your fate? My, Warden, your pet has worn off on you. And, no. I do not mean the dog.

[If you had hope a subject change would be enough to stop digs at Alistair, Warden, you were so very, very wrong.]

'Tis no different than the darkspawn, hm? Seek allies where they may be found. And then leave the rest to the werewolves and abominations and whatever other troubles these creatures manage to create for themselves.

[wardencousland]

[Ah, Morrigan. You never change, do you. Yes, that is an amused look on her face. Go ahead. Dig away. She might even feel inclined to help at some point.]

You would sooner have more luck teaching Sten how to cast magic than I would have changing the minds of those in charge of this place. There is little I can do besides be silent and give them trouble.

[Which she fully intends to do anyway. None of this going to other realms, thank you. Had enough of that in the Circle Tower.]

Though I shall remember that advice of yours if the worst comes to pass. The experience from our journey will no doubt be useful.

[ordonaturalis]

There are ever alternatives, my friend. For those willing to seek them.

[Because it isn't a conversation with a Witch of the Wilds without something sounding just a little ominous.]

Though I suppose if there is but one door you would seek and it has been barred to you, you must accept a fate at your darling King's side. A most grim prospect, indeed.

[wardencousland]

[Nod. Ominous wording aside, she knows that to be true. Especially considering what Morrigan did for her...or at least, that's how she's choosing to think of things for the moment. Her views may change later.]

I can think of worse places to be, honestly. Being trapped in the Deep Roads would be a harder fate to swallow. [smirk.] Though I would still take the Darkspawn over nobles. At least their intentions are known.

[Most of the time, anyway. The Architect was...something else. Shame Morrigan missed all of that.]