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entranceway2015-07-13 10:34 am
altarwolf) wrote in entranceway2015-07-13 10:34 am
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[Hello Wonderland. You may have noticed a black cat wandering the grounds and within the mansion. Maybe staring at you, but running off if you turned your attention toward it. Whether or not you saw this cat, it is now human, and it is not pleased with what it's found.
The feed comes on to a young dark haired woman with piercing eyes. It switches off, switches to text, switches back to video and she stands back, apparently unsatisfied with what she has discovered of the device.]
I was under the impression this infernal contraption has the ability to send messages, but I do not see how. What magic it employs is beyond me, like much of the magic of this place. [Which is frustrating, to not know something she's meant to, something she's supposedly an expert in.
She takes a closer, disapproving look at the device. It's certainly no Eluvian.] 'Tis meant to speak to me now, yes? Rather, the voices of those it reaches. Or am I speaking plainly to a little box and looking the fool for it? ... [She'd growl if she were the sort to growl. But she's clearly exasperated. When she speaks again, her tone makes it clear she is on her last bit of patience.]
Tell me now, residents of this place, of where I am and, also, what sort of place leaves rooms strewn about its grounds, books among the leaves as they are. I am no architect, but it seems a poor choice of design.
...Well? Speak now!
The feed comes on to a young dark haired woman with piercing eyes. It switches off, switches to text, switches back to video and she stands back, apparently unsatisfied with what she has discovered of the device.]
I was under the impression this infernal contraption has the ability to send messages, but I do not see how. What magic it employs is beyond me, like much of the magic of this place. [Which is frustrating, to not know something she's meant to, something she's supposedly an expert in.
She takes a closer, disapproving look at the device. It's certainly no Eluvian.] 'Tis meant to speak to me now, yes? Rather, the voices of those it reaches. Or am I speaking plainly to a little box and looking the fool for it? ... [She'd growl if she were the sort to growl. But she's clearly exasperated. When she speaks again, her tone makes it clear she is on her last bit of patience.]
Tell me now, residents of this place, of where I am and, also, what sort of place leaves rooms strewn about its grounds, books among the leaves as they are. I am no architect, but it seems a poor choice of design.
...Well? Speak now!
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[She says she doesn't want to mess with time magic, but really she just doesn't know any. She actually really would if she could. Oh, how she would. Not to achieve any specific goal, but just to further expand her repertoire of magical ability. Because that's the sort of person she is.]
This god I will help you with... Was it an Old God? [Because that combined with what's in her womb at this very moment may make for an awkward situation indeed.]
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[ That was a joke. Mostly. Although one she might not get. Void take it. ]
But yes, I have. A Tevinter cult was messing with it. Although I'm not sure that's what we can blame here. I've been informed that this place enjoys plucking people from their lives wherever and whenever it likes. Because being kidnapped to another realm wasn't confusing enough apparently.
[ Her question has him turning more serious again and he quickly shakes his head. ] Not in the manner most people think of them, no. It was one of the ancient Tevinter Magisters. Yes, those Tevinter Magisters. All crazy superiority and willing to do anything for power. Add in a bit of Blight for extra terrible and he's upset the historians for the next decade or so while they work in confirmation that that bit of lore actually happened. Oh, and there may have been ancient Elvhen Creator gods involved. That... that part's still a little muddled, to be honest.
[ And probably not something he should be revealing to her just now. For reasons. ]
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[Okay, so it has nothing to do with her child. That's good to know. No, the child should be as normal as one could be. That it has the soul of an Old God within is just a happy bonus.
She thinks about this Tevinter Magister, and what his existence might mean to her. She does find the Magisters of old to be sympathetic figures, if a bit reckless.]
The Chantry must be quite pleased with themselves to hear of him, world threatened by his existence or not, but the Creators as well? Now that is interesting. Did you happen to actually meet any?
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[ He sounds thoroughly fed up with the entire matter already. ]
Actually, the Chantry's a mess. They were his first target. He's not a fan. Surprise, surprise. After that... well everything's unraveled from there. Chaos everywhere. I think it's going to be quite some time before the Chantry's pleased with anything. [ Especially with what Leliana has planned.
He makes a face at her question about the elvhen gods, realizing he probably should have kept his mouth shut there. He's not sure if he should reveal to her what he knows. Or definitely at least not all he knows. Could it change what comes in her future? ] Uhh. Sort... of? It's... complicated. But whatever it was we met, you were... present for it as well. You seemed convinced?
[ Also horrified and very very confused, but definitely convinced. ]
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The fifth Blight had just ended. King Alistair has just been crowned and the Grey Warden he was with has been named Hero of Ferelden. I have yet to leave Ferelden and have been there all my life. Until now that I am here, I suppose.
[Vagueness on how much she was involved in those events will do for now, unless he proves to know more of her than she expects.]
Unfortunate for the Chantry, then. You must forgive me if I am not too distressed about hearing the Chantry is... or will be in shambles. They have been due to fall apart for some time.
[She considers this, to receive confirmation that the Creators were -- or are -- real and are out there by meeting... something. Brennan is being very vague about it. Perhaps he does not understand, not being elven himself.]
So I experienced this firsthand. I must have been quite pleased for it -- I do have an interest in the ancient elves. I suppose I will not ask you for all the details, then, as you seem to not have many.
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I... We haven't exactly had much time to discuss your feelings on the matter, actually. Things were a little hectic when we discovered it. Your fondness for ancient elven lore took us to a temple in the Arbor Wilds and then through the Crossroads to get back home, but it was your... [ He pauses, because with that word on the tip of his tongue, he has to do some quick math before he can allow himself to reveal the next bit. ] ...your son that helped us find the rest of it.
[ He lets the rest of her information settle for the moment, although he makes note of it, filing that away for future reference. That places her back quite a ways. Almost a decade? Close to it, either way. So before Amaranthine and definitely before all the excitement started happening in Kirkwall, then. That... was quite the gap. ]
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[She didn't even know the child was to be male. She pauses, to process what she feels about this -- not that he will be a boy, but that Brennan knows him. Something similar to an unplaceable relief, and something else not unlike defence. Few even know of her child's existence at this point, her pregnancy in the earliest of stages. Only Alistair, the Warden, and whomever they cared to tell. Not many, she imagined, if anyone.
After a while, she asks,]
What do you know of my son?
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He's a good lad. Polite, well-behaved. Loves asking questions about everything. [ He chuckles with fondness, his smile warming at the topic. ] He stays with you most of the time, in Skyhold. Uh, that's where we all... that's where you've come to stay while we sort this mess. We don't have a lot of other children there, but he seems to amuse himself well enough in the gardens most days. You're pretty strict about his studies, but when he's not occupied with that, I slip out to play with him sometimes. I've been teaching him to spar with some wooden practice swords a Grey Warden friend of mine carved. [ Blackwall's woodcarving craft had come in useful. ]
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She never felt particularly maternal. When the ritual was carried out, it was only a means to an end, and the child produced would be a novelty. But he deserves more than that, and she understood that the more she thought about it. He deserves more than she had.
And so more he shall receive.]
He sounds like someone I would like to meet. 'Twill take some time, for me, until I do, but I am... [She swallows her pride, the gratitude she feels for the information genuine and she cannot overlook such a kindness entirely.] I am grateful to hear of him. And, as well, to hear that he has someone willing to teach him such things.
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You've done well with him. Anyone who sees you two together can see how close you both are. [ And that was even before he'd learned the rest of it. ]
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No, she believes if she is to meet Flemeth again, then there would be nothing she can do to prevent that. It is not pessimism; it is merely acknowledging Flemeth's power. She believes many things to be true about her mother, and underestimating her is not something she ever plans to do.
Meeting Flemeth again is an eventuality. One she can delay, but more importantly should prepare for. It's a matter of family business, and she would not drag others into it more than she already has, even years from now. (The Warden was... different. She was an important friend. She was someone she could trust.)]
You are not simply telling me what I wish to hear, are you? [But she doesn't truly suspect it, so she's not serious.] I confess I do not know much of being a mother. I did not have much of an example. Perhaps an example of what not to do. Perhaps it was enough.
...What is his name?
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Besides, I'm pretty sure no one knows what they're doing when it comes to parenting until they're dropped right in the middle of it. Doesn't everyone learn as they go?
Ahh. Right. Your mother. I can see... how that would have been complicated for you.
Your son? Kieran. [ Brennan's expression turns fond again. ] You name him Kieran.
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Kieran. A fine name. [One picked by herself, so good job Morrigan on that one.
So when she returns to her automatic suspicion, one triggered by a knowledge of her she's uncomfortable with, it's more subdued than it could be. Brennan has proven trustworthy, and she appreciates the majority of his words. It's just that she can hardly help being guarded, especially when it comes to certain subjects. Even with Brennan's trustworthiness, he is still a stranger to her. A stranger from her future, who she will eventually apparently confide in, but a stranger nonetheless.]
My mother is of no concern. [Despite the fact that Morrigan... is the one who brought her up in the first place.] What concerns me is that you know of her. Then do you know if I ever found a way to escape her? To be free from her truly, and to protect my son... to protect Kieran from her. [Despite her pride, she has to admit that Kieran was entirely Flemeth's idea from the start. It stands that Flemeth would want something from him.]
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That's, uh. Well. It's a bit more complicated than that. You, uh. You succeeded for quite some time before she turned up again. And I think it's safe to say that Kieran is completely safe from her. But I don't think... I'm not sure any of us have seen the last of her, to be honest. And you're not going to believe me when I say this, but I think you might actually be okay with that. Eventually.
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[Except she's not laughing, and her smile just looks angry.]
Tell me of my future, yes, but do not claim to know what I may feel about it.
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Look, the point is - was - Kieran's safe. That's what's important, right?
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We will talk more of my mother another time. [Maybe when she's more likely to actually listen and not yell at him.] For now, we can simply agree you do not know of what you speak.
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So he just gives her a benign grin instead, because he's not about to argue with the scary witch about it. ]
As you like.