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Candle light soft and scented flickering over the pages before her left Saeris almost dazed. Nearby she could hear the turning of pages as Jowan and Surana shared a text both of them needing to work on a different school than she preferred. Amell sat against her side, head heavy on her shoulder as the other mage dozed. The sounds of creaking armor was such a commonplace noise it didn't even make the teens jump anymore.

The candle began to smoke as the last of the wax gave up, and without a thought Saeris blew out, focusing inwardly for less than it took to blink, a tiny little blue glow hovering now over her fingertips held aloft. The first time she had done that a smite had been Cullen's reaction, one of the younger Templar's assigned to their group along with his friend Thomas. It had stung, but he hadn't been very good at it yet and Amell had borne the brunt of it. The feisty mage had proceeded to lecture Cullen afterward who bore a telltale blush as the red head told him off.

They were a strange group, the six of them. Jowan was often researching the most obscure of information, Amell and Surana were little pyromaniacs, and Saeris?

Different tended to be how she was summed up. The Templar's saw it as a good thing, but then she had been one of the few to bow her head and submit as her mother had urged her, when they found her not even thirteen years of age out in the Kocari Wild's amongst the Chasind. Willing to hear of if not take to heart the Chant of light and it's history as oral tales was something both her parent's peoples had treasured she had thought to ask questions.

Of course being that she was found amongst the barbarians and claimed a different group of Savages as her birth people from her mother's side had meant almost the moment she stepped foot in the tower of magi that she was forced to undergo her Harrowing. Furthermore she was never to let on that she had done so, having no formal training she was learning as if just another mage apprentice for all she technically proved her right. They'd just wanted her phylactery in case she tried to escape, not something she could fault. Not truly. Some mages did try to escape, but books and the chance to learn had been rare in her clan. So yes, she was different. Some things she did hid the worst of it, like how she wore her hair, speaking slowly and carefully which made others think she was shy- hardly. Her only friend and rival back in the time she dwelled with the Chasind had often thought biting her as a giant spider was a greeting worthy of praise- if not a lightning bolt to the face- but being silent and letting others make assumptions was safer.

It helped one was to never speak of their harrowing.

So yes, the fact she had a strange light spell was long overlooked, because she'd glance to the floor and mumble something about the shaman teaching it to her and it was dismissed even by her friends as foolish barbarian nonsense. Swallowing back frustration as the memories were drawn up, Saeris glanced at Amell's sleeping face and then up to Cullen. Sweeping her lit fingers in a helpless gesture had the young Templar teen over, all too willing to carry the unconscious mage girl back to their dorms.

Thomas moved to take his place at the door, shaking his head amused. "You shouldn't encourage him." He chided Saeris softly, his own gaze though falling on the ever oblivious Surana. That one was sadly, likely to stay one sided as Surana had made it clear he not only liked girls, he still didn't trust a Templar.

"I think they're sweet."

"You've a weakness for the whole 'forbidden love' thing, don't you, Saeris?" Jowan asked, propping up his chin with a hand.

"Jowan, don't get her to tell it again." Surana grumbled, his ears pink though betraying like so many of them locked up in this tower, Surana for as long as he could remember, the memories Saeris had of her parents was popular. She must have told their tale -edited- hundreds of times now. She didn't mind.

"I do.." Saeris agreed, but this time her eyes were distant, looking at the blue flames that curled more like smoke over her fingers. A sort of memory of fire rather than actual fire but not true veil fire. That took skill she did not yet have. Her father had been Chasind, part of the Dog Tribe, no surprise that they claimed such proudly in a place known for it's love of Mabari. The Chasind would breed the most fierce. They knew her mother was from another clan, she never claimed what. It was not like Clan Lavellan would recognize either of them any longer.

"I'd like to hear it." Jowan pried, giving her a beaming smile..well he was attempting a sultry one, with them all approaching fifteen now, and wasn't it a strange thought, that she had been there for two years? Jowan had recently decided he was going to win over all the girls. He had a bit of a nasally voice to overcome and it made Saeris feel bad but..

As much as she desperately still loved her father and was proud of his blood she saw the males of the human race as too large and bulky like Mabari's themselves, and the elves made her feel the ungraceful one. She was quite honestly caught between the two in appearance. But when it made Saeris feel like she didn't fit, she remembered the way Flemeth's hands had shaken, the awe in her voice as she saw the curve of her ears and the change of her features. The Witch of the Wild's had thought her a wonder.

She was Twiceblooded, Stormbringer, the unending dream.

It was just a pity all those names sounded like someone remaining alone. Titles were not things those with happy futures carried, not ones that would live long and content. Titles such as she held were ones for hardship and great futures that would ask much. She'd witnessed as much in her books and dreams, carefully hoarded dreams. It helped that when asked -carefully oh so carefully- by the elder enchanters with Templar's hovering near by what they dreamed of, Saeris had always answered in some way related to books or of the wilderness she had known as her home. Both were true and so she would have no tells of lying, but neither would they think of demons as invading a library or the forests and Kocari Wild's grassy hills she spoke of.

A sharp zap of electricity made Saeris squeak, feeling the rush in her veins as her body greedily sucked it into her well of mana, licking her lips. That was the other thing, for some reason certain spells were always strengthening her. She still jumped and reacted, her hair could still stand on end, but lightning did not hurt. Another secret kept.

"What?"

"How did your parents meet?" Jowan pleaded and Saeris closed her book to lean back in her chair, and blew on her fingers. The soft blue light taking on the appearance of light reflecting off water as it moved upwards to the ceiling and just hovered.

"It was a soft rain, the sort that is more mist than real. Newly spring, the buds still green not yet into the colors they shall bloom someday.." Saeris fell into that lulling tone of one used to speaking stories. The Dalish and Chasind were both groups that told only oral tales, she had sat at the feet of her elders in both groups. She learned a few things. "Da'halla was no huntress but she had been coming from visiting an ancient shrine, hoping to see if there were new pictures she had not seen before, new patterns to perhaps have made upon her cloak. As she moved through the woods she heard a whistling from afar. Not a song she was used to it hummed and moved into a haunting tone, off key the both of them. Curious she sought out the source and cast her eyes upon a man garbed in fur and leather, bold stripes of paint over face and bared skin."

The tale continued with much of it elaborated on in order to leave out the rest. It was not so uncommon for them to think Da'halla was a Chasind name, no one there was Dalish and certainly did not have contact with them. Sometimes though, her eyes sought out the faces in her dreams. Vallaslin and Chasind painted faces instead of bare and making her feel alone. The women in the tower often used cosmetics and lately Amell had taken to wearing dark hues on her lips and eyes.

Saeris wondered if she would be able to get away with a few markings.

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"When exploring the interplay of healing internal organs while also working on the outer layers one must keep cognizant of the layers that make up the skin." Came the droning voice of one of the tranquil, well learned, ancient. It was one of the things that had earned Saeris favor with Ser Gregoire, that after passing her Harrowing she had requested his advice for what fields of study was needed more in mages, what was 'Chantry Approved'.

Healing had been his short and succinct answer. Of course other things could be focused on but what Saeris wanted was to ensure she never suffered as the Tranquil did, at the same time as they entirely scared her it made her heart ache. Through no fault of their own, often just too weak and scared had they failed their harrowings or looked too deeply into realms of study that were not approved of. But like all the elders, all those who came before, they knew a great deal. For one who preferred to learn by listening as much as Saeris loved her books, it was ideal.

The current tranquil was cutting up the delivery of livestock that would then go to the kitchen. Why not use someone who could not feel disgust at the task after all? So Saeris sat on a crate, watching as the Tranquil Ren pointed out the layers. The bones, the fat, the flesh and sinew. Tranquil craved being useful, having a purpose. In their own way they were eager to teach, and perhaps even lonely for all they would not realize it. In spending time with the tranquil, it made it all the less likely someone would suspect her of occasionally wandering the Fade far more than she had learned from the hundreds of journals in the tower she should be capable of.

There were even old dusty tomes with ancient elvhen in them down in the basement found when helping the tranquil clean and inventory the belongings regularly. She tucked them into her robes whenever she found them. Most were slow going, simple remnants of songs and tales in older fashion than she was used to. As long as she translated them, the First Enchanter saw no problem with her reading them. Especially after the first few were revealed to be simple songs. He didn't even check in on her anymore, just saying if she found anything of use to please translate.

She didn't. Saeris may be far from her People, both of them, but the wilderness still sang in her veins, pulsed beneath her heart. She was caged and willingly so for now. But neither The People nor Chasind yielded easily, and she was as her use name, Twiceblooded. Just as they were loyal but fiercely independent, so too was Saeris. It was what led her one day to examining once more the tales of the various Dalish gods, of recalling in her scribbling hand the ones of Chasind folk tales. The story the Chasind told of the first Twiceblooded hound was one that was god-touched, god loved. A hound that breathed fire and cracked mountains where he walked, whose howl echoed like a wolf yet consented to ever follow the Chasind Warrior who had wrestled it to the ground and then spared it's life.

It supposedly was scarred from ear to hip from an immense bite but had always prevailed with powerful jaws. Licking her lips as she traced her fingers over her own jaw she realized the Tranquil had ceased talking.

"You let your attention wander."

"I came from People who marked their skin, I was thinking..since I am of age, or will be. I would like to do the same."

"It is a cosmetic desire? Serves no purpose."

"Only to comfort."

"Do you require assistance?" It was as close to hopeful as the tranquil could be, seeking to aid.

"When we are done here..does..are there any art books? I think I need inspiration.."

"Tranquil Jennifer is an artist. Accomplished and often used to create murals in the chapel. She is most likely to be able to start you off."

Paints were not unknown to her but it was still the stylized and trained Elven styles or the crude forms from the Chasind that her fingers used, she wanted something that would suit her features not clash.

"Thank you, Ren."

Jennifer was easy to work with, she brought several papers with rough ideas and sketches of dogs and patterns she liked to the Tranquil and then explained that she wanted to come up with an easy enough design she could paint on herself, daily if need be.

As everything the Tranquil did, Jennifer threw herself into naught else and so Saeris took it on herself to bring the woman food and water, to tidy up the location that otherwise the Tranquil would have worked on.

Nothing could have prepared her for what she was handed later. Two papers, each carefully done. One with the perfect likeness of Saeris's face wearing the marks at their most elaborate and the other with the marks carefully made in increasing complexity so she could mimic them. Clearly the tranquil had been able to figure out which symbols had been Saeris's favorites and made them all her own.

"Do they satisfy?"

"Jennifer..these are..flawless. Thank you. You have been a greater help than I knew was possible."

Tranquil could not feel joy or blush but they could in a twisted way feel satisfaction from serving their purpose.

The patterns were waiting for her to apply, and she had kohl and the stick used to apply it already in the dorms. It took a little work, and a lot of wiping off to reapply but Jennifer's work had been amazing. Especially because there were different levels of complexity as she stopped smudging them in time.

Saeris was starting simple. A sweeping line under the curve of her cheek bone for the top mark, an angle that followed by her hair line down along her jaw as well so there were two sharp forms that edged into a point. The lower one continuing along her jaw to a single upward point under her lips. Heavily stylized of a canine's jaw, with only the one tooth. She only put it on her right side and looked at her features. The copper of her hair still in the many small braids woven through the rest of the thick hair like her mother's in hue. The citrine of her eyes, she lined them lightly as well and something inside her cried in delight at the two black marks on her face now.

She could pass it off as 'beauty' and after a while no one would even think twice. Really what she was doing, was showing her teeth.

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It was a few years later, Surana and Amell both now through their harrowing and at this point only Jowan remained, the anger her friends had upon finding out she'd gone through it already and not only hadn't warned them but also had never let them know, never mind it being on direct orders, had left Saeris a bit out of the loop for a few months. She didn't seek out Cullen knowing the last thing the poor man needed was more awkwardness where he and Amell were trying not to dance around the very clear affection they shared. Chastely. Considering Amell had a few lovers -what mage in the tower didn't?- over the years it only made it where Amell had less tolerance for Cullen's practically running away from her.

Once Saeris may have smiled and been teasing her with Surana. Once Surana had pulled her off to alcoves and they'd explored each other under their robes in swiftly stolen moments. Now, as much for her own protection as anything Ser Gregoire insisted she all but be kept isolated. There were rumors, horrible rumors of Jowan and blood magic. The worst part was she felt guilt over having been the first to place them there, mostly innocent.

"Ser Gregoire? May I ask for your opinion on a passage I found in a book? It mentions other sources than lyrium but the description is a little weird. Jowan said it sounded like an herb but.." She'd asked, a frequent sight over the years approaching the Templar's. The Tranquil had all shared their 'indiscretions and crimes' that had resulted in the Rite, and the usual was that something they thought was harmless the Templar's thought entirely different about. She could not go to even a senior enchanter and not risk it being thought of that she was directly up to no good. So, she'd gained permission anytime she found a book or passage that made her concerned to go to the Templar himself.

"Makes it a lot easier, you know. Because if we don't have to argue in the first place and the item just disappears it means maybe we won't have to act in the future." Cullen had praised, delighted. That was back when he wasn't avoiding her so he didn't upset Amell who could hold a grudge. So could Surana but things had been supremely difficult after their few months of trysts. Finding out she'd not only passed her Harrowing before they'd been friends but that she hadn't even told her lover what to prepare for?

Well it certainly hadn't helped where he'd apparently fallen in love with her and oblivious as she had been for the sake of her books, Saeris had blown him off a number of times. He'd then started seeing another few women and taking it as whatever between them was obviously over had not been what he'd wanted. The ensuing yelling match had been public and one sided with a very confused Saeris just gaping at him.

Of course when he'd sneered about her being a damned shemlen it had stung to such a level only knowing that if she lashed out with magic might mark her as dangerous in the eyes of the templar's surrounding them calmed the storm building within her. She'd snarled at him though, a fearful sight with the facial paint she still wore on one side of her face and her eyes more heavily lined these days. He'd hated that too. Had mocked her 'barbarian' heritage not knowing she was elf blooded, as trysts by necessity were quick and he'd never had an interest in her ears. The most obvious sign to be found that she wasn't just an unusually pretty human of bright eyes.

So now she spent much of her time in her room studying and transcribing, and meditating. Perhaps she had never taken to the Chant but the Templar's were completely content that she sought to look within and better herself. The tranquil had a number of methods they used in place of going to the Fade. They had helped Saeris over the years to shield her part of it, a barrier so strong that only those she wanted to allow could visit. Which was good because something about the tower kept out friendly spirits as well, only demons coming in when brought for the Harrowing.

And one very ancient and stubborn spirit of Valor so a part of the tower that no one realized he was there, and of course one never spoke of the Harrowing..

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It was all green again, but the variances from emerald to sage and colors that would never be seen in the waking world were comfortable to Saeris.

"You are returned." Valor stated calmly. "Shall we continue your lessons?"

"My honor to be at your tutelage." Saeris agreed and watched as the spirit formed a staff for her to use. It was a touch longer than most staffs and without ornamentation or designs. Just a simple pole. He had insisted she learn how to fight with what she would most likely have on hand and while her physical body had never the chance to train as she was now, because of her nature as a dreamer what she underwent in the Fade was just as real to her. So muscles developed along with grace. It helped that staff twirling was actually taught to them, and dancing was considered acceptable for a past time where the students could interact and flirt under watchful eyes. She did not flex those abilities though, save for controlling her part of the Fade and using it to train and remember what her mind otherwise may have forgotten. To practice spells she could not risk while awake. When awake Saeris was known primarily to study healing and the typical array of spells all mages learned, basics across a few schools. In the Fade she was free to pull up ones from those old tomes and magics that perhaps would have caught attention, such as experimenting with a massive lightning storm, under Valor's careful observation. He liked sending arrows at her when she was casting to keep her learning to be aware of her surroundings.

Years now, since that first day and her harrowing she had whenever possible come to meet with Valor. Curiosity and Patience could not visit her here, indeed none could who were not invited but Valor had been there since the start. When the intentions of the tower had been good and honest if misguided.

It had been Valor she met upon her harrowing, who had warned her of the demon, for she had taken control of the Fade the moment she realized where she was and thus avoided the rat that would have set the tone for things. Valor had answered her questions, patiently, and then when he scorned how they sent her so ill prepared, worse than most as she had no true training against a demon, Saeris had asked if they would know should she actually meet the demon.

"Yes. The only way out is to beat it at it's game and have it acknowledge that. Releasing your presence here." Valor had seemed to disapprove of her plausible other thought. "Running away from a battle is cowardice."

"Is it when one is neither trained nor willing to be there? I was warned by my nature I am more frail to demons, I prefer not tempting that so far from the protection of Keeper or Shaman."

"A dreamer...I see. Do you not wish to test your mettle against it as surely as you have me?"

"No. What would it prove? That I can say no? Is that not what I am proposing by avoiding the conflict entirely?"

"Picking ones battles is not shameful." Valor had agreed. "Very well. If you consent to visiting at times, once a moon should be sufficient?" At Saeris's nod he continued. "They do not know you meet the demon only that you return to your body alone and then they shall blast you with a smite to be certain. If you did carry one with you it would take over. Free yourself then, little dreamer and return."

Saeris had removed herself from the fade easily, waking up on the floor.

"One of the quickest I have ever heard of..much less seen..." came the mumbling around her. She felt drunk and in pain and too young to know what either of those were to this level, so Saeris just let her eyes closed. When she'd awakened it had been to the First enchanter and the massive list of rules had begun.

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Jowan was gone. Amell was being judged for her actions but had reported Jowan to First Enchanter, Surana had been the one to aid him and drafted into the Gray Wardens. All while Saeris had been in her room. She wasn't certain what had stung worse, that this all happened and no one thought to tell her, even her friends, or that when she finally found out..Surana had not even tried to say goodbye. Ser Gregoire interrogated her of course, but after all her years in the circle befriending Cullen and Thomas and the Tranquil, going to Ser Gregoire with anything she found?

It was a very easy interrogation, mere formality.

Amell fell into her studies and still did not seem to want to interact with Saeris but now it was because she was sneaking time to exchange chaste kisses with Cullen and Saeris could only wish the two of them good luck. Wynne had taken an interest in her after the latest of her forays into the advanced healing magics had been noticed, surprisingly for one barely nineteen Saeris was adept at it. She had only a week of Wynne's strict tutelage to enjoy however before nightmares invaded the waking world.

The sudden uprising of bloodmages in their ranks, the closing off of the doors and Templar's on the other side leaving them all but helpless against their own?

It was a new form of terror. Valor had trained her though, and so Saeris took up knife and staff alike and where her fellows only attacked with magic, when cornered Saeris was able to get close and strike physically. She could run longer, because she had not neglected her physical training. Simple exercises often the only distraction she had in her room. It was when avoiding the horrors that some of the blood mages were calling..was this what Jowan could do? Jowan who smiled at the thought of forbidden love and spoke of a girl in the chapel?..that she hid in a room belonging to the first enchanter. Without shame she broke into a few of his chests and wardrobe seeking a place to hide, a spell, potions, anything of use.

She found a grimoire.

Grateful for the fact that she sometimes had spent days in her rooms, Saeris made it there and barricaded herself in in mundane fashion so no one would come seeking magic. Then she hid in the back of her room where there was a false wall she had put in behind a tapestry, ever mindful of Flemeth's odd comment once when taking her back to the Chasind to always have a bolt hole no one knew of. There, by the light of her fingers which drew on so little of the fade none would find her, she hid with a bag of food and water skins, and started reading the grimoire.

It belonged to Flemeth and written in a confusing mix of elvhen and chasind rune glyphs spoke of the Evanarius, of the natures of duplicity. Of the negatives and positives in each of them, of Mythal's arrogance and pride and her ruthless nature as much as her love and protective aspect. Of how she claimed servants and others saw slaves. It spoke of how Flemeth extended her life and numerous ramblings from spells to cooking recipes. There was even a few notes in there about the Fade and forging a better connection.

With nothing else to do whilst in hiding, she read. At times there were pages that she simply could not bare to part with and so she carefully cut them free, to keep whenever she had to return the book to Irwin. At least with the chaos she could cast it near a corpse and he would blame another.

After a few days, and risking visiting out of her room for more food and to empty the chamber pot magically-thankfully one of the Chasind inventions that spell- she heard a commotion. Adventurers it seemed. Saeris would have stayed but she heard Wynne's voice and emerged from her hiding place.

She hadn't expected to be swept into Surana's arms and fussed over. Nor had she expected Morrigan, though the moment she saw her friend she fled from her former lover and hugged the woman tightly. It took Morrigan only a moment to both respond with scathing 'Ugh why all the touching!?" before she patted the shaken elfblooded woman on her shoulder. It was the impulse of a moment, slipping Morrigan the grimoire while Wynne looked around. Wide golden eyes met citrine and the two shared a nod. Yes, she had read it, no she would not tell anyone that Morrigan now had it.

Morrigan smiled, the real reason for the hug now apparent. After all this time as much as Saeris had missed her rival she had not forgotten her aversion to touch.

Surana insisted she stay and go back into hiding, the situation was worse than Saeris had thought and he was looking a bit..odd. Mismatched armor and robes as he was but Wynne showed her to cast a barrier and Saeris was all too willing to go to sleep in her real bed.

Of course, the demons were waiting, more wishing to claw through to the waking world and with so much bloodshed providing a path. Valor though was also there and it seemed the right time to try out some of the techniques in Flemeth's grimoire.

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Surana insisted the mages all aid them in the blight, he was taking Wynne along with him and at one point he looked to her, grinning. "We could have one more.."

Saeris met his gaze, and considered it. She'd be out of the tower, she'd see something of the world. Wynne and Morrigan would be there.

She turned to look at Ser Gregoire. If she left she refused to be branded an apostate and thus she would turn to him even before the First enchanter.

"Return when all this is over." A warning, a promise to hunt her down otherwise but an agreement she could do well.

Cullen was shaken by events and could not even look at her. She moved to fall in beside Wynne, not wishing Surana to think she had forgotten their argument months ago.

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"you've not been tamed. Good. T'was a worry I confess on the rare moments you crossed my mind." Morrigan said that night as they camped, having offered space beside her own tent off to the farthest reaches of the camp. Wynne clearly had questions but was a smart woman and put together that Saeris came from the Chasind and Morrigan claimed to be a daughter of Flemeth.

"I learned to keep my teeth hidden." Saeris agreed but closed her eyes, reveling in the wind, the freedom. The space. "I think I could never return to that cage though."

"They have your phylactery, do they not? A fool that makes you. Letting them collar you so."

"They have a phylactery." She agreed softly and it was a sly smile then, a glance over at her. "The ritual was done with my seeming so willing, they cut deep, bled me over the little silly vial. But they bled me and there is power in the willing shedding of blood.." Old blood magic the sort that the Chasind knew, that until she spoke the words Saeris had never really thought of as Blood magic but just ancient ways.

"You corrupted it." Morrigan breathed, her smile a wicked thing.

"I corrupted it. They have the blood of Lavellan, and I no longer have claim to the name before the act."

"Mother would be pleased."

It was tricky the thing with names among mages and the people. But it was why Saeris never mentioned her mother's clan, she could claim Dalish raised or her mother being Dalish but never again would Saeris do so. In calling herself only of the People or Dalish Heritage, she abandoned part of what had made her Saeris Lavellan. The one the Templar's bled. It was strange and ancient blood magic but Flemeth had wanted them to know the meanings behind guarding your titles and names that were close to you. The grimoire had shed even more upon it, that in time the titles the Evanarius and Forgotten ones had worn became truths, power in their words.

So long as Saeris was never once calling herself Lavellan, the blood in the phylactery would not seek her out. She had stricken that from her very being.

"You seem more like your mother these days." Morrigan confirmed then, looking her over. "Perhaps the clan weakened you and you did not know it." For Flemeth's magics were strange and had the most peculiar of side effects. She had noticed the brown underlayer to her hair had vanished and for all Saeris's ears seemed no more in length to Morrigan her eyes were certainly brighter, the pupils more wild. "The face paint suits you. What is it meant to be?"

"Twiceblooded. My use name given to me before I met your mother."

And Morrigan laughed as she so rarely did because she was Chasind blooded and knew what that was. "A little feral hound are you?"

"Not so little."

"No..no I suppose not." Morrigan paused, looking in the distance where Surana and the others gathered round the fire. "It will not do having a debt between us. Not with our history and both having sat at mother's knee. We are Witches of the Wilds after all. In exchange for mother's grimoire would you like to learn to trade your skin?"

"Is this a fool's errands that Surana and Alistair have us doing right now?." She said in the same way that one may ask does a Fereldan love dogs?

Morrigan laughed because indeed, it was. But out of respect for the friendship they once had, perhaps could again, Morrigan gave a faint warning. "Mother has ideas."

"You may keep them, as I know you would anyways." Whatever agenda Morrigan had for consenting to be surrounded by the foolish were not ones that would involve Saeris. They would have formed and begun, likely ended easily enough in time, had she not stepped out hearing Wynne.

"At least being locked in that tower hasn't addled you." Morrigan said a soft thanks in her tone.