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[tis_disapproval]

Residence, pay, weapons... 'Tis truly a most perplexing abduction, indeed. Am I to be prodded like some errant pet? Experimented upon, perhaps? Or merely observed? Seems a most foolish squandering of resources, if so.

Yet, here I note mentions of conscription and battle. An irony, truly - though, better than the forced imbibing darkspawn essence... And considerably more agreeable with one's palate, no doubt.

So, tell me... How long am I to be expected to roam? Or must my first order of business be one of rebellion?

[This is where it switches from audio to video and the appearance of a displeased Morrigan, complete with staff on back, for those who know a little about mages from Thedas. The yellow eyes might be a little odd, even for those who do, of course.]

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[ladyspitfire]

[Where else is she going to go? She waits for Morrigan to come back, though she's once again feeling lost and adrift amidst the barrage of changes and information.

What has another version of her done this time?

When Morrigan returns, her face pained and her voice halting in its delivery, Elissa's expression immediately falls. The last thing she ever wants to do is hurt her companions in any way. That she should be speaking with Morrigan for five minutes and capable of accomplishing this does not bode well.]

I... Alistair's told me that things are different in some respects. He remembers things differently than I do, too, though he recognized me. Some outcomes have changed.

[Nate and Anders know her, at least. That's something.]

Who did you know? What was her name?

[tis_disapproval]

[Her only friend... Only friend, ever. To the extent of not even realising what the ideal even meant, before. Not truly. Morrigan's not the type for this to anywhere near break her, but it has hit home rather unsettlingly. Now, though, as much as the revelation's pained her, she's getting back to the Morrigan of old. The one who offers solemn advice and tells others she must depart through Eluvian gates.]

So it would seem, Warden...

[Addressing the woman on the screen by that title? A strange experience. It's going to need some getting used to.]

You truly wish to know? I can grant this if you desire... But I do not wish to haunt your dreams with echoes of could-be's and would-have-been's. Some go mad reflecting upon such possibilities.

[ladyspitfire]

[Ah. Yes, that's a sharper point. She frowns further still, though she eventually composes herself into Elissa the Warden-Commander, the one who fights without any of her friends beside her. She has to be prepared.]

I do. I've always told you to speak your mind and to say as you will. I won't go back on that now, not after so long.

[The truth may hurt but she will at least be ready for it.]

We can discuss over this device or in private, if you wish. I don't know how much you care to divulge where most anyone can hear us.

[tis_disapproval]

'Twould be of interest to see you in person. Your encouragement of my will is, at least, much the same.

[For the first time in their conversation, there's a hint of a smile on Morrigan's face. A genuine one, but just a ghost, all the same.]

Know you of a place we can gather? I cannot say my allocated room is... As I would like it. Elsewhere, I would not object to.

[ladyspitfire]

Well, that's something.

[She tries to smile a little for her sake, but it's a terrible one.]

Just outside of the building? We can walk into town and speak at our leisure.

[tis_disapproval]

Then I shall await your presence.