|Alistair (gryphonshield) wrote in theconsolelog,|
@ 2018-06-05 15:46:00
In no world did Alistair think he would be able to understand or justify someone like Morrigan. To her credit, and he had to give it to her, she had raised their son well. She had said nothing bad of him (to his knowledge) and the boy didn't dislike him. She'd let him see him now. And yet, she brought up a lot of information with little to no reasoning to his attention. And her new ways of trying to get under his skin...
There was one person Alistair hoped he could trust. The only one he followed in his own world, even if she were slightly different here, she was still his fellow Warden. The Hero of Ferelden--and the only person he was certain he could call friend. Their world hadn't allowed him many others.
He knocked at Elissa's door at what he hoped was an acceptable time. He would have rather spoken with her earlier but it had been too late in the night. He had some sense of manners, even if sleep was not a friend to either of them. "Knock knock, it's not the servants, but I did bring you breakfast." Because the food here was delicious. "Don't get any ideas though." She wasn't the queen here. Just the commander of the wardens in Ferelden, and in her absence, in his time, that had fallen to him. And his glorious adventures into the Fade...