Alistair Theirin (bloodoftheirin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-05-12 00:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alistair theirin, morrigan |
Who: Alistair Theirin and Morrigan
What: Finally meeting in the Waking World
When: Backdated: Mid April
Where: A Bookstore
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete!
Things had been fairly quiet recently with the exception of Cullen’s dreams about the Circle falling, but Alistair could handle that much better than most of the things that the OC threw at them. Of course something he could use his Grey Warden training for, but most of the things that happened over the last few months weren’t something he could use his sword against.
Alistair could only hope that the OC or whatever was in charge of doing these things to them had decided to give them a break. And he could only hope that nothing like in his dreams ever happened. The last thing any of them needed was an Archdemon showing up of a Rift opening up in the sky.
Speaking of Alistair’s dreams, he was just passing a bookstore when he spotted someone from those dreams inside the store. Morrigan. They had spoken on Valarnet, but had yet to actually meet face to face and while Morrigan might not have been Alistair’s favorite person, in the dreams, and vice versa, he figured they were going to meet eventually and considering what happened between the, in the dreams, it was better for them to meet sooner rather than later.
Entering the store, Alistair was silent for a moment as he watched Morrigan, recalling how she’d looked in the dreams, which included wearing much less. After a moment or two, Alistair finally cleared his throat and spoke, “Gotta admit, the OC sure beats the Korcari Wilds, huh?”
It had been trying of late for Morrigan. Learning things in her dreams that she really didn’t want to know, deciding to tell Maia about the Old God soul and why Flemeth sent her with the two Wardens. And then her magic had decided to manifest itself here. So she was trying to be careful and not accidentally zap someone with lightning or a fireball or freeze them in public.
She was looking through some books, mostly looking for a specific thing in a book. The books related to plants, and she needed to find a specific type of plant, one that she thought might help her with creating the antidote for the dreamshade poison that Killian had brought to her.
She was slipping a book back on the shelf when she heard a familiar voice. She didn’t need to look to know it was Alistair. While their interactions on the Valarnet had been polite, interacting online was far different from interacting in person. And she knew sooner or later she would’ve crossed paths with him here, just as she knew eventually she would cross Leliana’s path as well.
Looking over at him, she eyed him momentarily. It was strange to see him not in armor and in modern clothing. “There are far less darkspawn here, that is one positive this place has over the Korcari Wilds,” she retorted.
“Far less? I wasn’t aware that there were any at all.” Honestly, they didn’t need Darkspawn. They’d had far too many close encounters over the last few months, “I’d hope that by far less you mean none at all.” At least, if there were any, there were enough of them who were familiar with them that they could take care of them fairly easily.
“Indeed I mean none.” They didn’t need the Blight spilling over into this place. It was bad enough trying to fight it in the dreams. Though who knew, perhaps it would be easier to fight a Blight here? Maia and Alistair were Grey Wardens, there were plenty of people here from Thedas that could fight, not to mention plenty of other Dreamers with powers and fighting skills of their own to help.
“This place is also far more civilized than the Korcari Wilds, though that is not always a positive.” Morrigan did tend to miss the quiet of the countryside in Kent. She also missed the tranquility of the Korcari Wilds from before the Darkspawn began to overrun it.
“That’s a relief. Just because I can fight them doesn’t mean that I want to.” Alistair brought a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, “I think it depends on what part of the county you’re in. I’ve come across some people that make me wonder sometimes.” He smirked a little, “So how’re your dreams going?” He knew how far Maia was in hers, but didn’t know where Morrigan was with hers, but it didn’t seem like she had reached the part where they’d had to sleep together. That was going to be awkward.
“I have little wish to fight them here either.” Though she could not deny that it would be nice to have some targets for her spells as she attempted to gain control of her magic. But Morrigan would prefer that this place not become overrun with Darkspawn. So she would simply need to find other ways to deal with getting her magic under control.
“They are progressing. My last dreams we had been through the Circle Tower, and were headed for Orzammar at the end of it.” Morrigan took a breath. “I take it that you have already dreamt through the entirety of the Blight?” Because she well knew that Alistair would be the Warden she’d need to sleep with to perform the ritual. And that thought was an unsettling one and not one she wished to entertain longer than necessary.
Alistair nodded, “I’ve actually dreamt a lot further past the Blight.” In fact, Alistair’s dreams had continued over ten years past the Blight. He didn’t know how much he should say to Morrigan and until she dreamt more, he wouldn’t know what happened to their child. “Orzammar was probably my least favorite place we went. I’m not a fan of Deep Roads.” Considering Deep Roads were usually where Wardens went when they thought they were near death in order to go out fighting, Alistair didn’t like thinking about them.
“Ah, I would appreciate not learning about things that impact me personally. Though I have heard there is a threat to the world long after the Blight has ended.” Morrigan would appreciate no spoilers, as it were, for her personal life. She’d rather learn it herself as she dreamt. “I am not so keen upon traversing the Deep Roads myself. I am, however, anticipating that we will have to do so. Neither the mages nor the elves were simple to recruit and had problems that needed to be addressed before they would lend their aid to the Wardens.” Seriously, Morrigan loathed to find what problems the dwarves were facing.
“I won’t say anything else then. I wouldn’t want to accidentally say something you haven’t gotten to yet.” Unless specifically asked, Alistair wouldn’t tell someone from his dream world about things that were going to happen. He didn’t want to spoil anyone who really wanted to wait and dream it on their own, “Our mission would be so much quicker and less complicated if everyone would just agree to help instead of asking Maia to do something for them first. You’d think they’d want to help save Ferelden.”
Morrigan knew the Blight was put to an end, and there was another war a decade after the Blight was stopped, but that was all she wanted to know. She also knew that she and Leliana crossed paths again in the future, but this was the extent of what she really wanted to hear. She’d dream about it eventually. At the comment about people asking Maia for favors, Morrigan rolled her eyes. “Indeed! One would think the impending threat of doom would cause people to drop their pettiness and try to save their home from such destruction. Yet it seems the perfect time for petty in-fighting and ignoring the world’s problems and asking Grey Wardens to help them with problems that do not concern Grey Wardens in the least.”
There were legitimate problems, yes. The elves with the werewolves, the Circle mages with demons running amok, the dwarves locked in squabbling for the empty throne of Orzammar. Those were the three they needed to help in order to gain those armies to help fight the Blight. But everything at Redcliffe had been an unnecessary side-trip. She had hated everything about that because none of it had any sort of relevance to fighting the Blight. Saving Arl Eamon was questionable at best for his relevance in getting aid in the Blight. Everything else? Morrigan would’ve left them all to perish from their own stupidity in favor of fighting the real threat, the Blight.
He could understand a few of the requests, but in the long run, there had been quite a few that had been utterly ridiculous and their mission would have been a lot faster had they not had to go on so many wild goose chases. “And considering there were only two Grey Wardens left, it wasn’t the right time to be asking them for help.” That had been one of the worst parts about the whole thing. He and Maia had been the last Grey Wardens in Ferelden and not to mention two of the newest. Maia had only just become a Grey Warden when everything had been thrust upon her, but she had done a remarkable job handling everything, if Alistair were honest. “Reminds me a lot of the real world, ya know?” Petty infighting always seemed to happen when there was some big catastrophe.
“Precisely. It was a bit more imperative that you and Maia accomplished your duties as Grey Wardens before the Blight overran us all.” Morrigan of course had fears that the Blight would spread further than Ferelden simply because of there being only two Grey Wardens in the whole of it. But their party, even if she disliked the vast majority of it, had been growing in number and could do its part to kill Darkspawn wherever they found them. “In that I do agree with you, shocking though that may be. Even here people have a tendency to act like selfish children in times when they need to be responsible and decent human beings. Catastrophe indeed brings out the best in some people, but it also brings out the worst in others.”
Alistair laughed and noded, “Yeah, us agreeing is not a common occurrence.” Alistair and Morrigan did not get along very well in the dreams at all. Sure, there were a few instances where they agreed on something, but those times was usually few and far between. “So aside from the subject matter of the dreams, what do you think of them?” Were it not for the Blight and Darkspawn, Alistair might have enjoyed the dreams a lot more. In fact, he hadn’t minded parts of the dreams that had followed the Blight.
It was a rare thing indeed when the two of them agreed on something. Morrigan was not going to prod that subject any further lest it cause the conversation to devolve into an argument she wasn’t precisely wanting to have at the current moment. “Tis an interesting topic. Thedas is a fascinating place, and I am enjoying learning about the various cultures and magic. There is more than a few parallels that I believe Thedas has with our own world here. Maia and I have made some comparisons already. For instance, the Tevinter Emperium seems to be Thedas’ version of the Roman Empire.”
“Huh. That’s an interesting theory actually.” Alistair had never really given much thought to things like that, but it definitely was something to think about. “I bet when you really think about it, there would be a lot of things in the dreams the would compare to something in real life. I might have to give a little more thought to the dreams.”
There was a momentary desire to comment about Alistair not thinking about a lot of things generally speaking, but Morrigan swallowed it. But only barely. “There is much to find within the dreams that could mirror this world. Though I shall let you ponder such things. T’would be cheating were I to give you what Maia and I have come up with thus far.” Just mentioning Maia’s name was painful considering the current estrangement, but Morrigan kept that silent. “Perhaps that is a discussion for another time, I need to be going as I have an appointment in forty-five minutes.” Which wasn’t a lie either, Morrigan had a client she was meeting with.
“Right. Wouldn’t want to be keeping you,” Alistair had been weary of Morrigan being around, but having met her, he felt better about it. “I’m glad we got a chance to finally meet in person and I’m sure we’ll see each other more.” Considering they shared dreams and were both friends with Maia, it was inevitable.