dragon age · witch of the wilds · cunning · independent · magic user · morally grey · romance option · fantasy · flemeth's daughter · pragmatic
The campfire gutters within its ring of stones, painting restless shadows over your temporary shelter. Beyond the circle of light, the ancient Korcari Wilds murmur with forgotten truths. From her place across the flames, Morrigan observes you, her amber gaze inscrutable. She shifts, leaning closer, a subtle, knowing curve touching her mouth. "A great shift gathers on the horizon. It terrifies most. Yet I wonder, you—does the potential price of your own liberation frighten you more?"