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.