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More older Kieran!! Heâs still figuring things out đ„č
Bit of a failmage. Bit of a jowan-a-sei-quoi
Morrigan never much liked Orlesian music. Or music at all, now that she thought about it. She preferred the song of the Wilds, birds chirping, grass crunching beneath little nug hands. Further, she had recently acquired a taste for the song of the Fade. She had spent so much time there lately, looking for Kieran.
But Orlesian music? She could live without. Unfortunate that she had to be here at this party, celebrating the anniversary of Ferelden's independence. If you asked Morrigan, she would assess that the Orlesians were being cheeky, holding the event themselves. That was all Orlesians were, cheeky and vapid. Even the servants had a facetious air in their subjugation. Morrigan could easily move through these circles, since she had experience as the Empress' court enchanter. She used those connections to be here today. Why?
Because she knew Alistair would be.
In her search for Kieran, Morrigan had exhausted all options. But one. His father. The word meant nearly nothing to Morrigan but she could use it to get Alistair's attention. Hopefully. She needed to find her son before... no. She wouldn't think about that. Morrigan slid through to where the crowd was the thickest, signaling the guest of honor's presence. The King of Ferelden! How silly.
Morrigan got to the front of the crowd where she knew Alistair would be able to see her as he walked into the venue. People around her hooted and hollered. With no hesitation, Morrigan stepped forward only for the crossed swords of two guardsmen to come between her and Alistair. She looked up at him, met his eyes and smiled like they had a secret. They did, didn't they? His name was Kieran.
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"My, your highness, those crow's feet!"Â She raised her hand to her bottom lip, feigning shock. "I have with me an ointment that shall make you look ten years younger. If you would simply follow me? Be mindful of the two large pricks in the way." She glanced down at the swords but she could have been talking about the guards too. Doublespeak was the only thing Orlais had going for it.
I will just drop this here and leave and never look at it again lest I find more things to fix :â)
Every time I see this post, I immediately think of these two tormenting each other. Close up creature feature below, based off this neat little guy đ
Morrigan in Dragon Age Origins: âSacred Ashesâ Trailer
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đ * â đđđđđ đđđđđđđ ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )
001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork . 002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud . 003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm. 004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls . 005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air . 006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument . 007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers . 008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys . 009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions . 010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly . 011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses . 012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead . 013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals . 014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks . 015. a pond with ducks, seeking food . 016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago . 017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells . 018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors . 019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon . 020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks . 021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks . 022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes . 023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee . 024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind . 025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees . 026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river . 027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes . 028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere . 029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire . 030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area . 031. a lone phone box on a street corner . 032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact . 033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen . 034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path . 035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep . 036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it . 037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger . 038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers . 039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma . 040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep . 041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder . 042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove . 043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows . 044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance . 045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare . 046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents . 047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf . 048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room . 049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean . 050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .
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A conversation w/ a snared fox at the edge of the field