There are a great many who might do well to learn that lesson, the drivel or tedium that falls out of their mouths so frequently. [Or the blatant idiocy that has her wondering how many blows to the head they might have taken in their life.] Does the Chantry not require those to make sure it does not become a bloated creature gorging on its own indulgence, rotting in its gilded vestments in the Grand Cathedral? They would label them heretics as surely as they did the Inquisition. For they are the true faith, they who know all. Who wrote so much after some fools carried a mad woman's bones up a mountain.
Serault still has the Cult of the Masked Andraste, I was there not so very long ago and it thrives for all the good it does the reputation of that sad strange place. [Not that Serault's misfortunes can be blamed on a huntress cult with wooden statues in forest shrines but it hardly does them favours.] What of those who turn the Chant to suit their whim, there are so very many of them I have met.
[Justinia certainly didn't mind playing the Game with Celene, Morrigan was there to see how all of that went and that was the Most Beloved Divine (TM).]
Spirits perhaps. [Quiet. Not to stop from offending him but more as a reminder of what exists. What existed before them. What listens.] Spirits watch. Listen. Take interest. Many a healer with the desire or knack for it has done things with their spirits that would be impossible otherwise, why not spirits who move beyond us; I know not what my mother is but if you have heard the tale of Flemeth, you will know that there were spirits involved. The true tale, mind, not what mothers tell to have the unruly child behave. If we who are able to dream, to reach the Fade can call to spirits without knowing, or to demons, who can say for the miracle, it could well be they who reach to us.
[Honestly it makes more sense than a god at times, she who grew up so close to the Chasind with their practices.] Somniari were more numerous once, bloodlines of old Tevinter again, able to shape the Fade more powerfully than any others. So little is left of the ancient elves yet they had wonders scarcely able to be understood, I could imagine a world where they were elevated. You have not read what I have read. Been where I have been. Some things have no names left to them.
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Serault still has the Cult of the Masked Andraste, I was there not so very long ago and it thrives for all the good it does the reputation of that sad strange place. [Not that Serault's misfortunes can be blamed on a huntress cult with wooden statues in forest shrines but it hardly does them favours.] What of those who turn the Chant to suit their whim, there are so very many of them I have met.
[Justinia certainly didn't mind playing the Game with Celene, Morrigan was there to see how all of that went and that was the Most Beloved Divine (TM).]
Spirits perhaps. [Quiet. Not to stop from offending him but more as a reminder of what exists. What existed before them. What listens.] Spirits watch. Listen. Take interest. Many a healer with the desire or knack for it has done things with their spirits that would be impossible otherwise, why not spirits who move beyond us; I know not what my mother is but if you have heard the tale of Flemeth, you will know that there were spirits involved. The true tale, mind, not what mothers tell to have the unruly child behave. If we who are able to dream, to reach the Fade can call to spirits without knowing, or to demons, who can say for the miracle, it could well be they who reach to us.
[Honestly it makes more sense than a god at times, she who grew up so close to the Chasind with their practices.] Somniari were more numerous once, bloodlines of old Tevinter again, able to shape the Fade more powerfully than any others. So little is left of the ancient elves yet they had wonders scarcely able to be understood, I could imagine a world where they were elevated. You have not read what I have read. Been where I have been. Some things have no names left to them.