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malefiicus:

Morrigan says nothing, a soft ‘hm’ passing through her lips, thinking of the places that she’d mentioned so far. “You won’t find a cure in the Wilds; though looking into Tevinter would be a good option. Older, more ancient magic, and with such poor documentation of it in the libraries, it might serve as a proper source.”

“You’re more than welcome to go to Tevinter personally - though how welcome they would be of the Hero of Ferelden remains to be seen. Alternatively,” Morrigan looks up at Kayli, “utilizing the resources of the Inquisition might be an option. You have contacts there, and given your position, they would be more than happy to expend resources to search for a cure.” Possibly even speak to someone who has yet to answer her Calling. 

      “Who said I’m going to tell them who I am? This would be much easier if I had some contacts in Tevinter.” There may have been some mages she sheltered from the templars that fled there but she hadn’t heard from those in years. “That’s what I’m counting on, Tevinter must have some sort of ancient magic that could help me. And hopefully it’s not blood magic.”

      “I’d rather not do that…” This was her own burden, not Morrigan’s, not Leliana’s, she had to do this alone, she didn’t have to drag more people into this along the way. “And anyway, I’ve been to a few places already and found some records about Grand Enchanter Fiona, I need to speak with her first.”


malefiicus:

She folds her arms, swallowing the internal sigh that had started to build. Kayli had always been stubborn - even more than she was, which was saying something in itself. “So you’re holding onto the hope that a cure would present itself, fast enough that you would escape your inevitable fate.” Morrigan doesn’t phrase it as a question, the motives of Kayli’s actions becoming a little clearer. 

Naturally, she wants one of her first friends to live out her life. The ridiculously long, potentially non-rewarding life that she was denied when she had joined the Wardens. Even so –

“You don’t think that naive? Violently hoping for something that might not happen?”

      “It’s better than suicide anyway.” Maybe it was naive, foolish, to believe that there might be a cure for the Calling out there. But she could either try and find it or throw herself at the darkspawn’s mercy. She wasn’t going to let it kill her, she couldn’t, she had too much to live for. She was still young and had a future she was not going to throw away.

      “I’m not going to sit here and wait for a cure to fall from the sky. I’ll go and try to find it myself, I’ll go to the Wilds, the Anderfels, Tevinter, even Orlais if it’s necessary. I’ll talk to mages, other wardens, literally anyone who could help me. I’ll do whatever it takes, but I won’t set foot in the Deep Roads.”


malefiicus:

There’s a bit of a pain in her heart when she hears that it’s come for her. It was bound to happen, and she hadn’t planned on becoming friends with the Hero of Ferelden, but it was still…interesting. 

That she’d changed from the Witch that lived in the Wilds not too long ago, denouncing bonds when now she felt sad that her friend would surely die, be it from the poison or by a stray Darkspawn’s blade. “It is your choice. Would you prefer I follow you before I am sent back? Or am I to stay at the entrance from Orzammar?”

      The Calling had been one of the worst things she ever experienced. Sleepless nights, whispers in the back of her head, it was all horrible and she didn’t know how long she could take it.

      “Not so fast Morrigan.” She was searching for a cure after all. She didn’t want to leave to the Deep Roads and throw herself at the mercy of the darkspawn, at least not until she was sure there was no cure. “I’m not going to Orzammar, I’m not letting  a few nightmares and whispers kill me. I’ll find a way to stop, I swear it. And if I don’t… then I guess I’ll have no other options.”


malefiicus:

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“The Calling for you has not arrived? Understand that I am not eager to accompany you to face your inevitable fate, but ‘tis something I would like the opportunity to prepare for.”

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      “Oh it arrived, and it’s pissing me off. And here I thought we would give each other friendship bracelets and then run into the Deep Roads together.”


malefiicus:

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“I fear you have not aged well over the past years, my friend.”

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      “What can I say, all that taint and the darkspawn are not good for the skin. And the lack of sleep may be a problem too.”



Enantiodromia.

Enantiodromia:What’s the most extreme personality shift they’ve gone through in their life?

Going from ‘killing is the worst thing someone could do’ to 'some people simply deserve it’. 

When she was younger she strongly believed in the first statement, but as time passed she began to realize that there are worse things than killing another and that some people really deserve it or had it coming.

malefiicus:

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Upon her words, Morrigan can’t help the rolling of her eyes. “If only you truly knew the extent.” She mutters the sentiment just loud enough for Kayli to hear, washing her tools by the river, watching the water turn a dark green. “Provide me with the proper herbs, and I will provide the poultice.”

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      “I may be a pain in the ass, but at least I’m a pretty one.” With a chuckle she lay down in the grass on her back, shielding her eyes from the sun with her arms. “I managed to gather a few today, though I’m not sure if I have enough. I could go later this evening around the woods to search for some, I need some deathroot myself.”


malefiicus:

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At first, Morrigan can feel herself rolling her eyes, but stops when she reminds herself of what would happen, in the future. No use in reminding the Warden about the responsibility    that would come in due time. Instead, she sighs and pushes the jar of the newly-made slave into her hands. “There. That should help with the itch.”

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      Kayli gladly took the salve which seemed to help much more. “Thank you Morrigan. And feel free to roll your eyes as much as you want, I know I can occasionally be a pain in the ass.” Perhaps it was more than just occasionally, but she wasn’t about to say that out loud. “And you should probably make more of that for later… just in case.”


malefiicus:

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“‘Tis but an itch. Considering your origins as a Grey Warden and what you had to do in order to become one, I’m surprised you’re this bothered by a simple itch.” Sighing, Morrigan resists the urge to roll her eyes. “It will take however long it needs to, the relief should be fast-acting though judging by that, I have no idea how long you’ve let it fester.”

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      “Nightmares with the Archdemon, three hours of sleep a night and hours of walking make an itch feel ten times worse than it actually is.” She knew she should probably not complain and whine, but it was hard not to. “I didn’t let it fester too long, just a half an hour and I swear I didn’t scratch it… much.”


malefiicus:

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Morrigan doesn’t say a word, instead shrugging. “Apologies to me would not change the reality that ‘tis unlikely you would check what you touch in the future. Be thankful that whatever you touched was likely to not be poisonous. Else I’d hate to consider the kind of…irritation you would be in.”

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      “I’ll try to be more careful in the future, I promise.” Try being the keyword there. “You say not poisonous, my itch says something else. How long does it take before the salve takes effect?”