Accidental Video; forward dated to Saturday (Dragon Age: Origins spoilers)
The video starts focused on what seems to be someone's back, someone who's sitting hunched over. Whoever it is, all is seen is the fibers of their worn brown shirt. The person sighs, then begins to speak in the cracking voice of a young boy moving into manhood. "Must we wait for so long?"
Another voice, older. Feminine. Morrigan? It sure sounds like it but... "Don't be so restless," she says, a deep chuckle entering her voice. "Everything takes time to accomplish, young lad. You can never rush things. You think that the empress would have trusted me if I just came rushing into the court?"
The young boy grumbles as he leans away from the camera, his shirt still the only thing visible. "Don't be daft, Mother."
"I'm not the one acting daft. Don't let your youth cloud your judgement."
"I am not!" The boy roars as he stands, suddenly the camera is shown a clearer view of the area. The boy's face is obscured but his manner of dress (a simple brown shirt and leggings) and a small dagger on his belt loop is seen.
It seems to be a lavish room A bedroom perhaps, there are colors everywhere--one can't let their eyes linger for fear of missing a single detail. As the boy moves aside, Morrigan is seen. She's sitting at what seems to a vanity of some sort. She's not in her normal garb, she's actually...very well dressed, much like a noble. Her back is turned but it's obvious it's her. She doesn't seem moved by this outburst. "You are," she says plainly. "Quiet, Urthemial."
The boy flinches as the name is said. "Mother. My names is Uriem."
"Don't be so insipid, that might be what the Orlesians call you but that's not your true name. You know this. T'would be like saying my name is Mariana. They think that is truth but we both know that is not so."
"Mother..."
"This shall work out, it always does. It may take a year or two but you are still young, yes?" There's a hint of a wry smile to her words, even though her face isn't shown.
'Uriem' sighs, as he sits back down. The video feed ends.
((Basically? Her dream world? The Warden went through with the ritual and she's now slowly taking over Orlais. Yes. Um...yeah. Posting this now because I won't be around Saturday. Probably.))
Another voice, older. Feminine. Morrigan? It sure sounds like it but... "Don't be so restless," she says, a deep chuckle entering her voice. "Everything takes time to accomplish, young lad. You can never rush things. You think that the empress would have trusted me if I just came rushing into the court?"
The young boy grumbles as he leans away from the camera, his shirt still the only thing visible. "Don't be daft, Mother."
"I'm not the one acting daft. Don't let your youth cloud your judgement."
"I am not!" The boy roars as he stands, suddenly the camera is shown a clearer view of the area. The boy's face is obscured but his manner of dress (a simple brown shirt and leggings) and a small dagger on his belt loop is seen.
It seems to be a lavish room A bedroom perhaps, there are colors everywhere--one can't let their eyes linger for fear of missing a single detail. As the boy moves aside, Morrigan is seen. She's sitting at what seems to a vanity of some sort. She's not in her normal garb, she's actually...very well dressed, much like a noble. Her back is turned but it's obvious it's her. She doesn't seem moved by this outburst. "You are," she says plainly. "Quiet, Urthemial."
The boy flinches as the name is said. "Mother. My names is Uriem."
"Don't be so insipid, that might be what the Orlesians call you but that's not your true name. You know this. T'would be like saying my name is Mariana. They think that is truth but we both know that is not so."
"Mother..."
"This shall work out, it always does. It may take a year or two but you are still young, yes?" There's a hint of a wry smile to her words, even though her face isn't shown.
'Uriem' sighs, as he sits back down. The video feed ends.
((Basically? Her dream world? The Warden went through with the ritual and she's now slowly taking over Orlais. Yes. Um...yeah. Posting this now because I won't be around Saturday. Probably.))