[Morrigan swears. Well, at least it could probably be taken as a swear, considering the tone of which she speaks. Cold, dark, and caverns! Underwater caverns, at that. Ugh, why this?]
And just as I thought nothing could be any drearier or more unnerving than the Deep Roads.
[Is this her new lot in life? Contantly being thrown to the sealions and expected to swim despite everything she ever knew being thrown into question? She taps at her watch and frowns. She'd just started to get the hang of this contraption and, of course, it breaks. It's almost as if her partner's luck has rubbed off on her.
She bats a dead fish away from her face as it floats by. Of course there would be that. Why not? May as well add a water serpent on this shitty seafood sundae.]
I don't suppose you have any bright ideas?
[Oh look, a joke. She groans at the realization. She truly had been around Alistair for far too long. Though something shining in the low light catches her eye. She swims down and wraps fingers gently around the small seashell. Huh. If nothing else, it is pretty. Hopefully no one comments on the odd fascinated glimmer in her eye.]
B. Spear(?)fishing?
[While she can't say fishing with a spear is exactly something she is familiar with, the overly long shaft of the tool was almost a familiar comfort to her. Living in the Wilds as she had for her entire life (until recently), she was no stranger in the need to catch one's own food. Though she also had lightning or ice magic to help with that, or an animal form. She'd been particularly fond of stalking prey as a wolf, of fishing as a bear.
T'would seem even here, she did not have that luxury. So there she waited, patiently waiting for one fish in particular to get close, but was too slow and missed. Barely. Her eyes flash a golden brown before she closes them, takes a breath and gets ready to try again.
Alternatively, one could instead come across her just as she grew annoyed enough that she lunges forward, leaving the spear behind as cloth and leather give way to gray fur and claws. A large fish's head trapped within jaws as a wolf stares with pride. Serves the fish right, in her mind.
...Yes, she realizes that she'll have to practice more with the spear. Let her have her moment.]
C. wildcard!
[Something else come to mind? (Because, let's be honest, she'll likely do something to wind up in the depths.) Go for it or feel free to poke me at twilitfall or on discord! I'm open to most things. :3 ]
morrigan | dragon age | group b
[Morrigan swears. Well, at least it could probably be taken as a swear, considering the tone of which she speaks. Cold, dark, and caverns! Underwater caverns, at that. Ugh, why this?]
And just as I thought nothing could be any drearier or more unnerving than the Deep Roads.
[Is this her new lot in life? Contantly being thrown to the sealions and expected to swim despite everything she ever knew being thrown into question? She taps at her watch and frowns. She'd just started to get the hang of this contraption and, of course, it breaks. It's almost as if her partner's luck has rubbed off on her.
She bats a dead fish away from her face as it floats by. Of course there would be that. Why not? May as well add a water serpent on this shitty seafood sundae.]
I don't suppose you have any bright ideas?
[Oh look, a joke. She groans at the realization. She truly had been around Alistair for far too long. Though something shining in the low light catches her eye. She swims down and wraps fingers gently around the small seashell. Huh. If nothing else, it is pretty. Hopefully no one comments on the odd fascinated glimmer in her eye.]
B. Spear(?)fishing?
[While she can't say fishing with a spear is exactly something she is familiar with, the overly long shaft of the tool was almost a familiar comfort to her. Living in the Wilds as she had for her entire life (until recently), she was no stranger in the need to catch one's own food. Though she also had lightning or ice magic to help with that, or an animal form. She'd been particularly fond of stalking prey as a wolf, of fishing as a bear.
T'would seem even here, she did not have that luxury. So there she waited, patiently waiting for one fish in particular to get close, but was too slow and missed. Barely. Her eyes flash a golden brown before she closes them, takes a breath and gets ready to try again.
Alternatively, one could instead come across her just as she grew annoyed enough that she lunges forward, leaving the spear behind as cloth and leather give way to gray fur and claws. A large fish's head trapped within jaws as a wolf stares with pride. Serves the fish right, in her mind.
...Yes, she realizes that she'll have to practice more with the spear. Let her have her moment.]
C. wildcard!
[Something else come to mind? (Because, let's be honest, she'll likely do something to wind up in the depths.) Go for it or feel free to poke me at