[Prose is generally my pref, but I'll be happy to match brackets!]
ii. monster madness
It is not that Morrigan enjoys tossing herself into danger, but she would prefer not to see the city overrun. She already has complaints about being uprooted and brought here; she would prefer not to die in a massacre before she can return home. Becoming a member of the Guard was not for her, but this is closest she has yet seen this place to a crisis and while she has little affection for her surroundings so far it seems worthwhile to lend her assistance.
And in truth, channeling her frustration into a little beneficial destruction will feel satisfying.
She is barely off the transport before the severity of the situation becomes clear. A small handful of people scatter, yelling, as a section of the fence is breached. One of the creatures lunges into view, snapping its fierce teeth. "Get down!" she calls out in warning to the stranger before her, flame leaping from the palm of her hand. The beast lets out an agonized roar as the ball of fire hits its jaw.
iii. hold your lover close (sort of)
The phrase 'speed dating' means little to her, of course, and while she resents the fact that several of the activities going on in the city right now seem to require pairs she feels unwilling to volunteer for whatever this is without knowing exactly what it means. Curious, she goes near the advertised location in the inner courtyard and positions herself a short distance away, her arms crossed over her chest and her golden eyes watchful. Men and women go from one partner to the next, making what she can only imagine is awkward small talk until their short time is up and they must move on.
It does not take her long to notice that she is not alone in watching the process, but several minutes pass before she speaks to her fellow observer. "It seems more like a subtle form of torture than an effective catalyst for romance."
Morrigan | Dragon Age: Inquisition
ii. monster madness
It is not that Morrigan enjoys tossing herself into danger, but she would prefer not to see the city overrun. She already has complaints about being uprooted and brought here; she would prefer not to die in a massacre before she can return home. Becoming a member of the Guard was not for her, but this is closest she has yet seen this place to a crisis and while she has little affection for her surroundings so far it seems worthwhile to lend her assistance.
And in truth, channeling her frustration into a little beneficial destruction will feel satisfying.
She is barely off the transport before the severity of the situation becomes clear. A small handful of people scatter, yelling, as a section of the fence is breached. One of the creatures lunges into view, snapping its fierce teeth. "Get down!" she calls out in warning to the stranger before her, flame leaping from the palm of her hand. The beast lets out an agonized roar as the ball of fire hits its jaw.
iii. hold your lover close (sort of)
The phrase 'speed dating' means little to her, of course, and while she resents the fact that several of the activities going on in the city right now seem to require pairs she feels unwilling to volunteer for whatever this is without knowing exactly what it means. Curious, she goes near the advertised location in the inner courtyard and positions herself a short distance away, her arms crossed over her chest and her golden eyes watchful. Men and women go from one partner to the next, making what she can only imagine is awkward small talk until their short time is up and they must move on.
It does not take her long to notice that she is not alone in watching the process, but several minutes pass before she speaks to her fellow observer. "It seems more like a subtle form of torture than an effective catalyst for romance."