Frost Flowers, In This Heat? BY Morrigan

Mirage lacked things to do. Her home and the people she'd once known to live there were gone, in one fashion or another. And, with it, came little that Mirage could do with herself. Forced into the world and dealing with all it's inhabitants by Darkspawn, she had to do something to entertain herself. Especially if that meant irritating her dearest baby sister, Morrigan.

Even to someone wild as she, the flier had made it into her hands. And so, on a whim, she decided to go. Not because she desired a favor from her sister, no. More so the entire idea of it intrigued her. This sort of thing was not very Morrigan. Or very Flemeth.

The macaw perched on her shoulder squawked at her and she rolled her eyes. Do not test me, Spirit, I told you already I grow weary of you. The Spirit of Purpose she'd been communing with when the flier came had been something she'd become bored with quite quickly. Casting it out of herself and to one of her companions: Rhyme. Her partner, Reason, lurked nearby but did not dare approach Mirage or his mate. Lest Mirage draw in and cast out yet another spirit to him. Her animals were not unfamiliar with this practice. Though few liked sharing themselves with a spirit.

By the time she'd arrived, it was clear many others had gathered as well. A smirk twisted onto Mirage's features. Ah, Mother Dearest, how does it feel having the Disappointment offer herself for favors for so very many people? She shifted her attention to scan the group, ignoring the bird on her shoulder as it picked at her hair. Two young faces stood out and she wasted little time in moving closer to them. Kieran and darling little Asha'bellanar, I take it? She peered at them with an unwavering gaze. Quite the sense of humor for such a name. Or is it blasphemy? Smirking still, she flicked her gaze over to Morrigan. Oh how she loved to bother her sister.