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crystal
FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Morrigan
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Give her your spooky stories, also Flemeth/Asha'bellanar since people are off to Kirkwall
WHEN: Whenever you hear it what is time
WHERE: Skyhold (Morrigan's there, maybe you're elsewhere, welcome to the spoop podcast)
NOTES: Gonna just say oblig horror warnings for the content, if your thread contains anything you feel the need to warn for please stick it in the subject line and I'll update here.
SENDER: Morrigan
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Give her your spooky stories, also Flemeth/Asha'bellanar since people are off to Kirkwall
WHEN: Whenever you hear it what is time
WHERE: Skyhold (Morrigan's there, maybe you're elsewhere, welcome to the spoop podcast)
NOTES: Gonna just say oblig horror warnings for the content, if your thread contains anything you feel the need to warn for please stick it in the subject line and I'll update here.
The long nights and short days have passed us, Inquisition, yet I believe a certain appetite remains for some tales no matter the season. Those tales a mother or father told you, an older sibling, some elder grown grey and wise, while you were tucked up in your bed at night with the fire crackling in the hearth so very very far away, your light but that of the candle reflected in their eyes. [Well, there was no such thing in the Korcari Wilds for her but just believe in it. Imagine if you will, dear listener, and let her dark crooning voice lull you off into oblivion if you dare.]
Such tales as to chill and curdle the very blood in your veins. How many tales in Ferelden are told of my mother to have a wayward child behaving or to have those older still falling in line. We turn to Kirkwall now, perhaps that is why I think of where last she was sighted - the one the Dalish know by Asha'bellanar - and all those stories of stealing babes from their beds for her cooking pot that the Chasind will believe to this very day. Indulge me, if you will Inquisition, what tales frightened you as a child? Are there those that quicken your breath still? That send you hurrying along the darkened halls when a stray draft has the candle guttering out? Are those impossible fingers at your window or are they the branches of the overgrown tree? Is it the dreadful howling of a wolf or do the werewolves lope out of the forests once again?
[Morrigan has a talent for this sort of drama, leaning very close to her sending crystal to deliver it in her best 'oh how she dances under the moon' voice, all hushed and breathy when she must, drawing out each and every pause. The last pause before she ends the message is one of consideration. Has she not left out a rather sizeable group?]
Those who come from beyond the rifts, are there such tales you learned as children? Are there those you have learned of this world? Do they compare? I shall tell you a tale of mine own if trade is required.
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We played it many times, she and I. The Wilds are very large, we moved whenever they found us again then the game would begin again.
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[It's entirely satisfying when Templar pride is their downfall.]
My mother and I played a game with the cows. [He's slow as he talks now; this is the work of dredging up old memories.] We would make wagers on which cow would be the first out the barn door in the morning, and which would be the last to accept being herded inside. Insignificant wagers, little rocks that I found that were out of the ordinary, the rare desert flower, a bird feather.
If my memory serves correctly, she won most of the times, much to younger-me's surprise.
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[Rarely. The Wilds reclaimed much if it wasn't scavenged first.]
Do cows live in the Anderfels? [This is a genuine question, she's never had a reason to bother herself going there since it's pretty much Warden central and why would Morrigan be going there?]
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She had... many.
[His voice is on the quiet side.]
Some of her words... I still don't know if she was being vague to seem omniscient later, or if she actually knew some of what was coming. Some of it felt a little too pointed to be the latter.
[There's a beat.]
And yes. Every country has its farmers and herdsmen, and cows can do very well in the desert. My family had been farmers for multiple generations, if I remember right.
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Live as long as Flemeth and have you not seen much of the world play itself? Who knows what the spirits and then the demon whispered to her precisely either. This is a world that has a great groove worn in it. There are those who struggle against what is to come, those who embrace it. Those who will need it more than some. Even in the Wilds she was not ignorant of that. She might be many things but she is far from stupid, I assure you.
[That's how you get to be whatever she is, how you get to be the one that appears to the great hero of the struggle: you've seen those tests, you've felt fate lash your spine and snap at your heels. You are the wise old sage now with the bitterness steeped in you that this must happen again and again and again.]
Cows eat. And eat. And eat. They blink more stupidly than Alistair does if you ask him a taxing question.
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She certainly didn't come across as stupid, so she was the opposite of cows. They're exceedingly dumb. Keeping them alive is most of the work, really. As far as their feed goes, when your family has always lived in the Anderfels, you know how to grow things.
[It was a lot of work, but they'd seemed to be doing all right, as far as his young mind could tell.]