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@shieldfavored // random interactions // always accepting

        despite her previous bad mood after being approached by a stranger with riddles, she rolled her eyes playfully and smiled at him. ❝i don’t know — wait, wait, let me think.❞

It was nothing more than a half rotten shack somewhere in the WILDS, however it was more than enough for they had planned. It was rare, but those small little meets here and there, she would never openly admit it, but she was looking forward to them whenever she left the wilds behind her to return to ORLAIS . The shack almost reminded her of the shack she was living in with her mother but this one had anything but no horrible memories clinging to it, compared to one another, rather beautiful ones but again, never would she openly admit that. Especially not to him who was as well coming closer to the shack with this foolish grin on his face again. Oh how badly she just wanted to swipe it right off of his face. 

‘ Your life as a WARDEN must be super busy now, since you come almost two hours to late. Or maybe I am too harsh? I doubt the Templars ever taught you how to read a clock, have they barley enough brain cells to breath. `

‘ The fact of their existence does not presuppose an intelligent design by some absentee father-figure.  `  it was well known that morrigan had no nice words for any templar left, did she held nothing but bitterness and hatred for them. stupid mongrels, all of them, if you asked her but yet, alistair kept on trying to convince her otherwise and he made it too easy for her to break his perfect world he imagined in his head into tiny little pieces. ‘  Tis moments like this when I truly wonder at the difference between you and a toadstool.