therookery | sending crystal

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Morrigan
RECIPIENT: All
WHAT: Hey s'up we found Mythal
WHEN: This month at some point (I don't want to leave out the kidnapped folks)
WHERE: Kirkwall; Morrigan is out by Sundermount if you feel like pestering her in person
NOTES: Report linking all important previous parts

As some of you are aware, I have spent some considerable time and effort in search of my mother, her whereabouts, what she might be doing. There are those of you who have joined me in this.

My mother has been found. And I have discovered the truth of the legends at long last: no demon, no spirit, but Mythal.

[Not easily said, the most uncomfortable Morrigan had ever sounded over the sending crystal and the pause is as much for her to collect herself as it is for the news to sink in.]

All evidence on my search - the report sits with Elven Artifacts have you a wish to read it - pointed to something old. And she has confirmed it. Myself and those with me when we found her at the Altar of Mythal had no reason to doubt her.

Have you questions, I will answer them. Mind your tongues. She took my son to bring me to her.

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I'm hardly going to throw stones at unfortunate parentage. I think all you've done is all the more impressive, that's all.

You've known both of us a long time now, there have been few secrets between us but...this was agreed upon. 'Twas for Kieran's sake as much as our own. I still don't know what Alistair will even be called.

[Uncle, when Kieran moves past the sullen silences. He'll be Uncle Alistair again when mother stops being said in a way that twists up his mouth. (She can hardly blame him.)]

( it perhaps speaks to gwenaëlle's trust in both morrigan and alistair that she didn't think of that at once when morrigan asked. that she has to pause, not for her answer but to parse the question. )

I can't imagine that you or Alistair would ever have—

You're not careless. You're so deliberate. Just because I don't know the reason why doesn't mean I should believe you haven't got one, that it isn't good.

[Despite herself, Morrigan laughs.]

I believe even now Alistair would prefer not to imagine himself or I. [Nor her, for that matter: imagine you are to save several skins and accomplish an end, and you are artless and fumbling, and loathe one another. None of it adds to what would have been awkward at best.]

Mother imparted that lesson well, there are parts that we do not leave behind us, and some secrets not my own. Though if you have questions, I will answer them best I can. You were there. You are dear to me. To both of us.

[You came and stood before something that would call itself a god, the horror of all my nightmares, she thinks. You who peeked her head about my door, look at how you've grown.]

( gwenaëlle is momentarily scandalized—she meant she couldn't imagine them doing anything she wouldn't approve of, morrigan gosh—but she refuses on principle to be scandalized by anything, and also, now she is imagining them and it's the worst thing that's ever happened to her. so actually she can imagine them doing something she doesn't approve of, but she wishes she couldn't.

get it together. okay, got it. )

What does it mean for you? For Kieran?

( and then—despite deciding that she wouldn't ask, anyway, because she trusts them, but trusting is different to being incurious and she is never, ever that— ) And...why? What purpose did it serve?

[Would you honestly approve of her and Alistair? Well, perhaps the scandal: Witch of the Wilds, arcane advisor to Empress Celene seduces Grey Warden and Maric's bastard, relatively tame these days for gossip but it'd still make the rounds for a few days before someone utterly embarrassed themselves the way any fool does upon opening their mouth.]

All the conversations I had planned to have planned for when he was older. That...he has his life now. No more destiny ahead of him that was-- not his choice. [There's regret in that but there are things that are done that can't be undone, that can only be put right as much as you can make them.] As normal a boy as he will be for being my son.

[There are few lies between them, but between them there's Thranduil who has a way of looking at things. Some of it Morrigan can't trust but she can talk about it.] 'Twas the eve of battle. All Blights prior are written of as great armies against it all, and for all that was done inside a year there was still an Archdemon, still the Darkspawn horde with what allies had been gathered. When you realise what stands between you and your death-- you think you know so much at that age. You think yourself so very wise. So very clever. I thought Flemeth was dead. I had two grimoires. The Fifth Blight was coming to an end and I saw only my own plans, nothing more.

[It hurts to realise you were not so clever as all that. That you were every inch as selfish as accused of being.]

You were younger, then.

( like gwenaëlle is young, now, and ready and willing to explain away her hero's faults. )

About the age you are now.

[Quiet confirmation. Young. So sure of herself. Alone with a baby screaming that at times she wanted to scream back at.]

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