The High Dragon soared above the Orleasian capital, circled once and flew off in the direction of the Tevinter Imperium.

Aeden Cousland and his Morrigan sat watching their grandchildren playing in the main garden between the two great halls of the mansion.

"Good thing she doesn't scare them when she does that," Morrigan noted as their daughter passed over the horizon, "I could hardly handle it when she shrieked as a babe, imagine these four at once."

"I'd be more concerned with their getting used to seeing her naked when she changes into the dragon,"

"Why?," Morrigan asked almost insulted, "You Couslands and your societal propriety. Our little girl has a breathtaking body, it is as worthy of viewing as a sunset, natural. Cassandra and the loon have exquisite taste."

Aeden smiled at her as she gazed down at the little babes rolling around about her feet.

She gazed up at him briefly, and blushed, "Stop it," she sighed as she smiled, and rubbed her neck.

"Stop what?"

"Oh, you are funny," she whispered softly, "looking at me as you are... like there is a sun glowing from my eyes. I am trying to be grandmotherly and you are making me feel... like we are back in our tent in Ferelden."

"Our tent?"

"Our tent, and the earth we sanctified with our love," she bated her eyes at him for a moment, then looked stern, "Don't keep making me say these things. I had a hard enough time admitting them to myself."

"I didn't," he whispered as he kissed her mouth.

She lingered in the kiss as the four children stared at them.

Aeden, once more, noticed their audience first, "we have a..."

"Problem with your focus," Morrigan finished, and laughed softly as she caressed his face, "I am over here foolish old man, my lips are over here, my tongue, my heart, your mate, your friend, your love" she kissed him softly, keeping her hands on his face to keep him from turning away.

A few sudden gusts of wind blew across the garden, and sounds of massive sails caught by the winds fill the air. Neither cared.

"Usually a high dragon hovering over a pair of lovers in a garden with four babes at their feet would be cause for alarm," Aeden sighed as he tasted Morrigan's long neck, "sing for her... my love."

Morrigan moaned sweetly, and giggled.

Lilith flew off once more.

Morrigan stared into his eyes in wonder, "Say it again," she gasped.

"What?"

"Stop being funny," she said in almost desperate sincerity, "say it."

"My love," he said softly as he touched her cheek as if caressing a cloud of smoke he didn't wish to disperse, "my one love, my true love, my forever ONLY love," and kissed her once more.

"Mmmm," she moaned, "I have a gift for you my blabber-mouthed love."

"Hey, be nice."

"Would you still want me?"

"NO, but be nice," he joked.

"Well," she began playfully, "I COULD be nice... or, I could offer to fulfill the promise I made to you the other night when we were packed like so many refugees into Lilith's bed."

"You mean you and?"

Morrigan nodded, "she's waiting upstairs in our bedroom... well her and the Maker."

Aeden suddenly gestured to Ariani and Varric, "Watch them in the room adjacent ours. Get Merrill for young Aeden, he looks hungry, and it's been decades since Morrigan produced milk."

Morrigan looked shocked, "Are you challenging me? Are you saying I can't do it a third time?"

"I never said...," he stammered."

"If it's a boy, I'll name him after your father, a girl, your mother... but make no mistake, I WILL give birth to our child nine months from this night."

Aeden escorted her up the stairs to their chambers once the babies were taken care of and put to their cribs in the adjacent chambers. He was mildly amused by the sound of a lute as they walked in the hall, "When did she learn to play the lute?"

"Better than her caterwauling," Morrigan mused.

They entered their room to find Leliana seated on a couch, playing the lute - naked.

Aeden smiled, "Promising start."

Leliana glanced up, "Take her to bed Aeden... carry her. It is your anniversary after all."

Morrigan blushed.

Aeden smiled, "Of what?"

"The ring," Morrigan sighed, "the day I gave you the ring. Good bit of butting in, rouge. Do you still remember how to ply your trade with me? Or has Lilith broken you of your desire for my body? I admit I need your skills tonight. Not that he isn't gifted, but the window for pregnancy at my age is closing and I'm less confident of my chances for keeping my womb open long enough for him to finish in time if he starts too late or goes off too weak."

Aeden snatched Morrigan up and carried her to their bed, slowly stripped away her clothes as Leliana slipped between her thighs, propped Morrigans thighs over her shoulders and lightly brushed her full lips over the raven haired beauties nether lips till she gripped the silk sheets, and the bard licked her now wet sex, and softly teased her clitoris with the tip of her tongue.

"Take her Aeden," Morrigan gasped, "it will encourage her to be more ardent to me, prep me for you... please."

Aeden took up place as Leliana curved her back, and presented herself to her former lover. He dropped his pants and undergarments, then slowly penetrated her, eliciting an audible gasp from her as he did.

"That feels wonderfuly familiar," the Orlesian sighed as she was breached for the first time by him in over two decades.

Morrigan sighed as Leliana 's attentions became far more intense and she soon felt her whole sex respoding to the gentle ministrations from the gifted assassin, and former courtesan who also seemed to be aware of Morrigan's level of arousal, strongly corresponding with both her own as well as Aedens.

"Take her Aeden," Leliana sighed as he took her within reach of her own moment of pleasure.

Aeden slid out of her and into Morrigan with remarkable ease and practiced care, letting her feel him inside her, uniting them mentally before proceeding to complete the prophesy she made.

Morrigan arched her back as one last time her love planted his seed into her womb... and they gave the world one more Cousland to worry about.

After all, the present two were not playing nice with the other adult mage children... in Tevinter.