*~*~Set in est. 9:40 Dragon, A week before the Breach in the Sky.~*~*
Nathaniel stood across the table from a strange woman dressed in feathers and tattered cloth. Her frame was slender and her skin was deathly pale. Her bright yellow eyes stood out in stark contrast to her dark hair. Her hair was up in a messy knot with thick clumps falling around her face.
Nathaniel regarded her closely for a moment. She had said her name was Morrigan. Nathaniel remembered Ely telling him about the apostate from the Wilds that had helped her defeat the blight. "Ely called you friend. I suppose that alone gives me call to listen to what you have to say." Nathaniel finally responded. He sat down in the hard wooden chair and beckoned for her to do the same.
Morrigan continued standing and stared down her nose at Nathaniel. "I am not here for an idle visit, fool. I am here to give you a warning."
Nathaniel's jaw dropped in shock before he let out a short bark of laughter. "Well, it's no wonder how you befriended my Ely. You two have a knack for being blunt. Fine, what warning do you bring, Milady?" Nathaniel asked, a glint of humour in his eyes.
Morrigan rolled her eyes in disgust. She couldn't believe this was the same man as the one from her visions. Balak had been a proud warrior and didn't have this absurd habit of flirting. His only flaw being he was from an opposing clan. It had been foolish of Nadya to risk so much for him. It was even more foolish now. "There is little I can tell you. You must not tell Eilonwy you have spoken with me. Keep her from the peace talk between the Templars and the mages. If she goes, she will not return."
Nathaniel's eyebrows flew into his hairline in surprise. He stood up and ran his fingers through his long brown hair. "Shit. And I can give no warning to anyone?"
Morrigan shook her head. "No one but Eilonwy."
Nathaniel regarded the witch closely. "Why? Why, if no one can know, are you having me warn Ely? Why not tell her yourself or... Or try to stop it?" he asked.
She snorted. "I cannot stop Fate from unfolding," Morrigan said with contempt. "'Tis no time for such foolish questions. Eilonwy is stubborn. T'will be no easy task convincing her."
Nathaniel grunted. "I don't need you to tell me that," he replied. He sighed and sat back down. "Fate. You say it like it's a real thing, and not just romantic bullshit the bards use in their songs."
Morrigan scoffed and crossed her arms. "Of course 'tis a real thing. Eilonwy has an important role to play in what is to come. You must keep her alive to do it, lad."
He nodded his head slowly, the witch's words made sense. "Yes. I'll talk to her right away." He was staring down at the table and didn't notice that Morrigan's eyes were glowing with magic in the lamplight.
He stood and walked out the room, going in search of Eilonwy. The witch cackled to herself and transformed back into the normal human form she took. Flemeth smiled to herself as she stared out the doorway Nathaniel Howe had just walked through. All was going to plan. Fate was moving along just as she had planned.