"How long will such a secret stay hidden, I wonder, certainly Wardens have loved ones and new recruits have looser tongues than old hands. Even an order such as they cannot disappear without the people looking deeper and there are many things the Wardens would do well to keep hidden." It takes anything and everything to defeat the Blight because it's a monstrous thing that won't ever stop until there's that final sacrifice, until all the rites are observed with treaties and armies gathered beneath a banner that cares nothing for anything but victory against the horde. But a dragon is involved, a dragon with the Blight, lyrium the source of all magic...
Avernus comes to mind, the research locked away in a place the whole country chose to forget beyond reminding Wardens that once they were banished for good reason. What might that research give them now though it's likely there are more important things to do if the pages even still exist and they're more likely to have fools going off to scout for fragments of the fabled ashes than something that might be of use one day.
A good thing she brought all her volumes with her, as many as she could reasonably carry on her own and if she can arrange it just so, she can send for more. Let Celene believe this is only a good thing, to be a part of the Inquisition before it rises higher or crumbles, let Morrigan gain what she will from it when she already has good reason to volunteer. There is always a Witch of the Wilds when some new power beckons in this world, Calenhad owed his crown to one.
No doubt Alistair will question her on that if he isn't preoccupied with Kieran first. But no, the boy will be safe, he'll have tutors that aren't Orlesian imbeciles prattling away in their masks, and he'll have others who care for him. What Jonas would say if he could see her now, she wonders.
"So long as he has the skills to survive and more wits than a slobbering hound then I think that should be quite enough for him." Ten already, don't talk about him breaking hearts when he still runs to her after a long day so she can swing him around when there are no eyes to see. She never had that, she had the horror stories of the Chasind, she had dead Templars and a broken mirror, Flemeth's endless expectations and survival, always survival. "Perhaps you should wait for him to waken, twas quite the journey for him now he must walk on his own two feet, I have no doubt he'd like to hear all about it from you."
And no, she won't warn Zevran about any odd and unsettling remarks her son will no doubt make, she'd like to enjoy the reaction after all.
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Avernus comes to mind, the research locked away in a place the whole country chose to forget beyond reminding Wardens that once they were banished for good reason. What might that research give them now though it's likely there are more important things to do if the pages even still exist and they're more likely to have fools going off to scout for fragments of the fabled ashes than something that might be of use one day.
A good thing she brought all her volumes with her, as many as she could reasonably carry on her own and if she can arrange it just so, she can send for more. Let Celene believe this is only a good thing, to be a part of the Inquisition before it rises higher or crumbles, let Morrigan gain what she will from it when she already has good reason to volunteer. There is always a Witch of the Wilds when some new power beckons in this world, Calenhad owed his crown to one.
No doubt Alistair will question her on that if he isn't preoccupied with Kieran first. But no, the boy will be safe, he'll have tutors that aren't Orlesian imbeciles prattling away in their masks, and he'll have others who care for him. What Jonas would say if he could see her now, she wonders.
"So long as he has the skills to survive and more wits than a slobbering hound then I think that should be quite enough for him." Ten already, don't talk about him breaking hearts when he still runs to her after a long day so she can swing him around when there are no eyes to see. She never had that, she had the horror stories of the Chasind, she had dead Templars and a broken mirror, Flemeth's endless expectations and survival, always survival. "Perhaps you should wait for him to waken, twas quite the journey for him now he must walk on his own two feet, I have no doubt he'd like to hear all about it from you."
And no, she won't warn Zevran about any odd and unsettling remarks her son will no doubt make, she'd like to enjoy the reaction after all.