sending crystal

[arcaneadvisor]

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.

Comments

[arcaneadvisor]

I have shaped my own, you were not there, and my son's fate--

[There is a horrible catch in her throat. One where she thinks she would rather tear his out than keep speaking, what right does he have of anyone?]

My son's fate was my doing. Is my doing. No one is more aware of the shadow a mother might cast than I, I am not accorded the luxury to be otherwise. He too has been aware of it.

[justice_is_blond]

[He's quiet for quite some time. Would saying anything else help? Or would it just cause more strain? The sound of her voice says that there's a very thin line there, and he contemplates not saying anything else. Finally, though, he speaks again.]

She'd an impact on your life, as much as you'd not like it not to be the case. I was not there. I know that. But I do know a little about having my life shaped by those I'd like to deny the influence of.

[arcaneadvisor]

All times I have spoken of not allowing another to hold ones leash? [A bitter little laugh almost comes out, the edge of her breath, jaw tightening unseen.]

History has taught it once, I learnt it at her hand. The Circle would do well to remember it from those far beyond its reach who have lived it. [The elves after all who have had it happen to them. She who would have been but another vessel for not Flemeth but Mythal in time?] They had their little council, their Circle by any other name. Perhaps take this as another reminder of the fly in the ointment to borrow her words.

[justice_is_blond]

The ointment will never be free of flies. The only hope is moving forward in spite of them, really.

[There's plenty there that he doesn't quite have a reply for, isn't quite certain of her meaning with, but that much he can at least speak to.]