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.

 

Alistair & Morrigan : Saving a Woman

Walking along the Imperial Highway from Ostagar are the Grey Warden, Alistair, and Morrigan.  Lothering is within sight, but Alistair notices something up the road which spurs him into a run.

Alistair: Darkspawn!  Up ahead!

Morrigan: Allow me...

Alistair via dragonage.wikia.com

The two genlock sizzle in the throws of a fireball and scatter off.  This left a single hurlock.  He was lifting his arm against an elder lady they had not noticed.

Alistair shield bashes the hurlock down and smites it while the Warden escorts the lady to safety. 

While the Warden makes certain there are no remaining Darkspawn, Alistair and Morrigan address the rescued lady. 

Alistair: Call me crazy but running towards Ostagar? Not the greatest idea. 

Woman: I had to try. My family is there.

Morrigan: They are not, not any longer. All that remains of Ostagar is ruin and rubble. 

Woman: Then it's true. All is lost. 

Alistair: Not all! Just... most!

Morrigan: Sever your ties and run, woman. 

Woman: Very well, I will not push south.  I will wait for them in Lothering, with my daughter.

The Warden returns.

Morrigan via dragonage.wikia.com

Morrigan: Suit yourself. Warden? Alistair? Shall we away? Or are there more helpless fools to assist?

Alistair: She can HEAR you Morrigan...

Morrigan: And your point?

Alistair and Morrigan depart down the imperial highway bickering.

The warden chooses to offer health poultices to the woman.

Woman: Thank you. I shall wait here a bit longer. Darkspawn or no.

Warden: (chooses to be positive) I wish you luck...

Woman: Hawke. Leandra Hawke. I had two at Ostagar. Perhaps they survived as you did...

Warden: (chooses to be supportive) I hope you see your children, Leandra Hawke.

Leandra: Thank you, Grey Warden.

The Warden departs, catching up with Alistair and Morrigan.