A Magister. [Both a confirmation, and a clarification. Not just any mage. But the very mages that she saw the shadows of, in the Council. In the Rebellion.
In Anders, refusing to bow.
The hand surprised her, and for a half a second she almost recoiled from it, but the feeling passed almost instantly, and instead she took his hand and tightened her own around it, fingers sliding between his for a better grip.
She sat down again, not letting go, the tunic folded up haphazardly in her lap.]
A - rival of the Magister my parents served. We were an easy way to send a 'light' warning. A warning that didn't matter, whose cost could easily be covered and repaired. [There should be bitterness to her voice, but there isn't. It is a hollow emptiness.]
It had been a long time, since I have dreamed of that night. Years, perhaps. But it is my own fault that they return.
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In Anders, refusing to bow.
The hand surprised her, and for a half a second she almost recoiled from it, but the feeling passed almost instantly, and instead she took his hand and tightened her own around it, fingers sliding between his for a better grip.
She sat down again, not letting go, the tunic folded up haphazardly in her lap.]
A - rival of the Magister my parents served. We were an easy way to send a 'light' warning. A warning that didn't matter, whose cost could easily be covered and repaired. [There should be bitterness to her voice, but there isn't. It is a hollow emptiness.]
It had been a long time, since I have dreamed of that night. Years, perhaps. But it is my own fault that they return.