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 worked at this, I have tried. When one studies what I have, a hunger comes. For more. For so much more. The skin was pulled back already with some of it, I was not content to let it lie and see all wonder gone. [Why tell the same story even when it all falls down about your ears? Will it fill your belly? Will it save you?

Better the painful truth that might bring some use with it same as lancing the wound before it festers.

(But she is being guarded. There is Wren. Singular trustworthy Templar who would put a blade in Gwenaëlle's hand, teach her to wield it.)]

I would have locked my doors and moved him to the Gallows where she'd have had less chance of getting to him; 'tis a longer walk, someone would have caught sight of him. [The speaking she can't dispute, there are things outwith her control but that's finished with, her mother got what she wanted after all. He doesn't need that confirmed.]

[rowancrowned]

Yet you manage not to be mired in what-once-was, Morrigan. [ an important distinction, even from solas. ]

[ he comes to her. if he were different, if he were a man, he would take her hand, touch her. but he is neither of those things. instead, he says: ]

What she took from him, what will it allow her to do?

[ mythal had vallaslin; fen'harel had none. here is the cornerstone on which thranduil lays his trust. ]

[arcaneadvisor]

Nostalgia is a dangerous thing, and when the heart looks back with any intent you must distrust it. I have left pieces of myself behind. I know that there is only forward. Only to not forget or destroy what was but to do something greater with it. Preserve. There is a treachery that runs deep as some seam of ore in the heart.

[If she curled herself into the past she might be as a beast that never woke itself after winter.

Wanting the past back, miring yourself in it is the height of fuckwittery.]

I haven't the faintest idea.

[Mmm she could speculate. She won't. Not now. Entirely inscrutable in her tone.]