...it's like riding a bike, probably is what i'd say if i knew how to ride a bike

Loghain had been eating. Things were fine. Until the table began to crumble between the little family of three (Echo included). Morrigan snatched the little magic-bearer child that they were, for the moment, raising. The girl felt like her magic and nothing else, save for her flesh, felt very real. It wasn't the child. And it was not Morrigan.

Depositing Echo across the room of the small hut in the Wilds, Morrigan moved to stand in front of her lover. Husband, if she believed in marriage, but she did not. Okay... so you've got negation. Fitting, I guess. Stop panicking. She warned him, already seeing visible panic in his features. Walk behind me and touch nothing. She stated, leading him out of the hut, through the front door, and into the Wild marshes that she much preferred to call home.

These marshes had seen every kind of magic known to man. And even more than that.