Morrigan & Wynne : The Witch and the Abomination

The Circle at Lake Calenhad has been dealt with, and regardless of the manner will require much reconstruction in the decades to come.  

Back at camp, the Warden and his companions take moments to themselves to recover from the images they experienced.  All but two, that is, both of whom have been drawn together at a nearby lake to gather water.

Morrigan spots Wynne approaching and shakes her head.

Wynne spots this, and doesn't mind. 

 

Wynne sees Morrigan as a Daughter

Wynne: Morrigan, I'd like to ask you something. 

Morrigan: And yet you do not.

Wynne: I do not think you'd answer me, child. And if so, I'm certain of the answer. But I wanted you to know... I'm curious. 

Morrigan: And by doing so, intend for my own curiosity to beg the question?

Wynne: Well?

Morrigan: ...ask.  I promise nothing.

Wynne: After this is over... Would you like to return with me to restore the circle?

Morrigan: Is that a jest designed to aggravate me? Truly. Did Alistair put you up to this?

Wynne: I take that as a no. 

Morrigan: A world of no!  There are not enough methods for me to reject this proposal!  I would no sooner restore the circle than I would the Blights of past!  

Morrigan's Mad at Wynne

Wynne: Flemeth has done much to twist your mind, young lady. You should choose, if not within the circle, to temper that poison before it corrupts you more than any demon could. Morrigan, I believe you could do much good for our people, if--

Morrigan: Old woman, I am doing far more for Thedas than it deserves already!  Had you had the faintest idea what my path requires, you would not bother me with the moaning of your cattle. 

Wynne: Very well, Morrigan.  I will leave you be.  Just know, my dear girl, that it will never be too late for you to cleanse your spirit and let in the light.

Morrigan: This, from a confessed abomination!  Be gone, I tire of your hypocrisy.

Wynne sighs and collects her water in silence, returning to the camp to minister to the Warden who sits worrying about their next move in gathering Ferelden's forces.

Leliana & Morrigan : Under Her Skin

Since the Game of Intrigue has never truly left Leliana's blood, she has been observing the Warden's group since she joined them in Lothering.  By now they had been traveling for some time and there was something she started to notice...

Leliana Learning Secrets

Leliana chuckles lightly.

Morrigan: ...

Leliana chuckles again, and this time sighs melodically.

Morrigan: Oh for the love of. Yes?

Leliana: I see how you look at him. 

Morrigan: Do not even start.

Leliana: Anyone can see you are smitten. Is it possible Morrigan has a heart after all?

Morrigan: Indeed I do. I have many. Continue this prattle and I shall add yours to the collection. 

Morrigan dealing with anger.

Leliana: Deflect all you want. I know you are a woman underneath it all. 

Morrigan: My womanhood was never in question.  Unlike your sense of privacy...

Leliana chuckles.

Morrigan: Continue this peevish behavior with Alistair if you will, I'll none of it.

Leliana: But Alistair is not in love with the Warden.  You a--

Morrigan: One more word from your oversmall lips and I shall rip out your tongue, young woman.  Do you understand me?

Leliana purses her lips, and locks them with an invisible key.  She then takes the invisible key and places it slyly in the breast of her robes, patting it softly for safe keeping. 

Morrigan allows Leliana to depart and waits for some time before cursing her in private. 

Morrigan & Flemeth : One More Thing

The Grey Warden and Alistair had just picked up a brand new companion, Morrigan of the Wilds.  The daughter of the great Flemeth of legend, who rescued them from Ostagar.  So far, they have just been traveling in tense silence, but the night before reaching Lothering, at camp, Morrigan departed and entered the nearby wood.

Morrigan clears her throat. 

Silence.

Morrigan: I'm giving you a signal that it is clear.

Silence. 

Morrigan's calling out to someone.

Morrigan:  They slumber, you mad woman. You may emerge. 

A night owl flies to the ground and becomes Flemeth. 

Flemeth: I enjoy testing your patience.

Morrigan: Already nostalgic at my leaving?

Flemeth: Hahaha. No no no. I'm just making sure you haven't changed your mind. 

Morrigan: Fear not, mother. I will not bite off their heads until after we have mated and the blight has been ended. 

Flemeth: Such restraint!  It is nice to see you do not take after me. 

Morrigan: Kinder words were never spoken. Begone now, before they wake. 

Flemeth: Indeed. Oh, you should know, I've herded a very talented enchanter and his father in that direction.  Dwarves. 

Morrigan: What of them?

Flemeth: Try to save them if you can.  I believe the dwarf child will be of great use to your Wardens, and I suspect beyond.

Morrigan:  Such an immense task you ask of me!  Do not overstrain me much!  Is that all?

Flemeth: Do try to have fun dear. It's a Blight, not an Inquisition.  Now Hahahaha...

Flemeth checks on her investment.

Flemeth becomes a night owl and flies off. 

Morrigan: Maddening!

Alistair arrives, rubbing his eyes open and shining a lantern in Morrigan's direction.

Alistair: What is?  Who was that? Are you talking to someone out here?

Morrigan:Me?  Oh, no.  Just howling at the moon and designing crop circles with evil little woodland creatures.  

Alistair: I thought I heard... 

Morrigan: Bad dreams little boy?  Do you need me to read you a bed time story?

Alistair: All right, all right.  Forget I asked.  I'll be over there by the campfire, not being a lunatic.

Alistair departs, leaving Morrigan with lament at what her task is asking of her.  If only because she's going to have to lay down with that moron.

Alistair & Morrigan : Salt for a Wound

Morrigan watches Alistair as he tosses a piece of gold into the campfire.  She rolls her eyes heavily, nearly hurting herself, and approaches the weepy warden with arms crossed over her chest.  Alistair sees her and shakes his head sadly, wiping away his tears.

Sad Alistair is Sad

Alistair: Go away, Morrigan.

Morrigan: I think I won't.

Alistair: Begone, witch.  Have at thee, shade.  A thousand... daggers.  What do you want?

Morrigan: This HAS to sting.

Alistair: You want to hear me say I'm hurt?  I am.  Happy?

Morrigan: Believe it or not Alistair, my happiness was not crutched upon the Lady Warden rejecting your proposal.

Alistair: Then what do you want, Morrigan.  I don't want to talk about this.

Morrigan: Believe me, neither do I.  But I feel as if there's something I must do.

Alistair: ...give me a hug?

Morrigan slaps Alistair across his face.

Morrigan content after slapping Alistair

Alistair: Okay, so, not a hug.

Morrigan: Recover from this madness, Alistair.  First, Duncan's passing, then your Sister's deceit, and now this?

Alistair:  Too much humanity for you?

Morrigan: Too much for us all.  If we are to survive the Blight, we are going to require your brain in tact.  Small as it may be.

Alistair: I'm doing the best I can.

Morrigan: No, you aren't.  And stop pretending you are.

Alistair: ...

Morrigan: Better?

Alistair: Yes, but don't do that again.

Morrigan: I would not dare indulge.  I'm returning to my camp now.  I trust I won't be awoken by any more dry sobbing?

Morrigan departs, feeling overjoyed at having just been granted the opportunity to give Alistair a slap.  She only wished she could congratulate the Warden on her ability to focus on the task at hand, but that, she deemed, would be too kind.

 

Bethany & Wesley : Unsought Comfort

The Hawkes and their consorts Sers Wesley and Aveline decide to take a rest to recover their strength and have some water.  Aveline knows a nearby source so she and Hawke go to retrieve some.

Bethany and Carver are discussing rumors they've heard about Kirkwall when they hear Ser Wesley, he's rolling uncomfortably.  The taint is taking him slowly. 

Carver rolls his eyes, but Bethany gets up.  She approaches slowly, uncertain if he would welcome her comfort.

Bethany: Aveline is getting water, are you alright?

Wesley looks nervously at Bethany. 

Bethany: I'm not going to harm you. I believe your wife and my brother have put that aside. May I?

Wesley groans but says nothing. 

Bethany watches Wesley Nervously

Bethany sighs and moves closer to Wesley, performing light healing on whatever she can. 

Wesley: Th-thank you. 

Bethany: You're welcome. I wish I could do more but-

Wesley: You can...

Bethany: No Ser Wesley, the taint...

Wesley: Aveline won't... Be okay. Without me...

Bethany: You'll be fine, don't --

Wesley: No... Please. *cough* Swear to me.

Ser Wesley Succumbs to the Taint

Bethany takes Wesley's extended hand.

Wesley: She won't be okay without someone to protect. Let it be your family...

Bethany: But... I'm a Mage...

Wesley: Somehow... that doesn't seem to matter to me. 

Bethany: I promise, Ser Wesley, we will have Aveline as our own sister. She won't be alone. 

Wesley closes his eyes. 

Bethany: Oh no... Wesley?

Wesley whispers: Just resting...

Bethany stays there with him until Aveline gets back, holding his hand. 

Aveline:  Thank you, Bethany.  

Bethany: You're welcome... I'm not sure I did anything.

Aveline: You did.

Aveline and Ser Wesley

Aveline walks past Bethany and kneels by her husbands side to offer him water.  Bethany walks off to return to her family.

Isabela & Hawke : I did It all for the Anders

Isabela walks into the Hanged Man, a sour puss on her face.  She had just received another bad lead on the relic's whereabouts and so was looking for someone to pick on.  Lucky for her, there was Hawke sitting right there at the table, and she just happened to hear the most delightful rumor about him.

Isabela: Well lookie here!  It's my very own pin cushion.

Hawke: Do I even want to know?

Isabela: No, just embrace it.  May I join you?

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Before Hawke can answer she slides into a seat adjacent and grabs his mug.

Isabela: So...

Hawke: Yes?

Isabela kicks her feet up onto Hawke's lap.

Isabela: SO......

Hawke: Yes, Isabela?

Male Hawke who Romanced Anders

Isabela: SSSSOOOOOOOOOO......

Hawke: (sigh) Yes, Isabela, Anders and I are a couple now. 

Isabela: There.  That wasn't so painful now was it?

Hawke: Excruciating, actually.

Isabela: I'm sure it's nothing compared to what Vengeance does to you.

Hawke: In that regard, I'd be more concerned for Vengeance than for me.

Isabela feigns a gasp and finishes the rest of Hawke's drink.  She slams the empty mug on the table.

Isabela: You are now telling me everything... 

The two of them go on sharing details about Hawke's love life that not even Varric could make up.  Nor would he have wanted to.

Sten & Zevran : What a Qunari Needs

Before the Landsmeet, the camp is full on the outskirts of Denerim.  Sten stands by the fire keeping vigil, and suddenly finds himself being approached by Zevran.

Zevran via dragonage.wikia.com

Zevran: Well hello there Sten. Fancy meeting you here.

Sten: I am always here.

Zevran: And now so am I! How lucky for us both.

Sten: I am not of that opinion.

Zevran: Oh but you will be! Oh yes you will.

Sten: Then let us skip ahead to that time.

Zevran: I have here a bag. Within this bag is the one thing you need--

Sten: I doubt that.

Zevran: The one thing you need WHICH... you will never get for yourself.

Sten: And you did?

Zevran: I did.

Sten: Panahedan. There is nothing I need from an honorless assassin.

Zevran: Not even this?

Zevran holds out a cookie.

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Sten: ...

Zevran: Well?

Sten takes a deep breath.

Zevran: My arm... It gets tired.

Sten takes the cookie and walks away from the campfire without a word.

Zevran: You're welcome!

Zevran turns about on his heels and heads happily back to his tent.