Morrigan was seated outside of that run-down hut. The Brecilian was off to one side, teaming with darkspawn and threats, and yet, the Wilds were... fine. Protected. Under her watchful eye. As was the city of Gwaren, Loghain's home.
She'd flown from Orlais, more to enjoy the flight than because she had too. The Eluvians being public access meant hers had been sat outside, far from the hut. It'd warped itself into something that was melded to the ground, shortly after. She'd thought she'd found the right place for it.
She hadn't cared if anyone saw a dragon landing in the Brecilian. They'd never know she'd transformed and walked through the forest to the Wilds, to the small hut between the forest and the wild-lands ruled by the Chasind.
She'd flown from Orlais, more to enjoy the flight than because she had too. The Eluvians being public access meant hers had been sat outside, far from the hut. It'd warped itself into something that was melded to the ground, shortly after. She'd thought she'd found the right place for it.
She hadn't cared if anyone saw a dragon landing in the Brecilian. They'd never know she'd transformed and walked through the forest to the Wilds, to the small hut between the forest and the wild-lands ruled by the Chasind.
05-05-2023, 08:48 PM
