[ the mage bit. never been anywhere near them until ostagar (the maisley kid don't count, the fucking dalish don't count), and it's not like her part had anything to do with theirs. lots of big, well-fed folks in armor around them; more money on their shoulders than she'd seen in her life. wasn't going to risk pissing in the captain's water to get close enough for an eyeful.
you used to hear about mages, it was this: rich folks, or a story, or some bad shit going down and the chantry come in to fix it. but the stories get grim when you get stuck in them — anyone in south reach ought to know — and the things that sound like wonder start feeling a whole lot more like threats.
rich folks dying too, now; chantry can't fix it when the chantry's gone half-mad. all sorts of maisleys out there without no one to know what to do, and the danger doesn't only come from the trees any more.
she misses the mystery, sometimes. it was safer then. but myr's been... tolerable, and so she blunts it now, grudges; ]
Don't know that no one gets famous for good. Even Andraste, you know? Holy or not, don't think no one sets out to be a martyr.
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[ the mage bit. never been anywhere near them until ostagar (the maisley kid don't count, the fucking dalish don't count), and it's not like her part had anything to do with theirs. lots of big, well-fed folks in armor around them; more money on their shoulders than she'd seen in her life. wasn't going to risk pissing in the captain's water to get close enough for an eyeful.
you used to hear about mages, it was this: rich folks, or a story, or some bad shit going down and the chantry come in to fix it. but the stories get grim when you get stuck in them — anyone in south reach ought to know — and the things that sound like wonder start feeling a whole lot more like threats.
rich folks dying too, now; chantry can't fix it when the chantry's gone half-mad. all sorts of maisleys out there without no one to know what to do, and the danger doesn't only come from the trees any more.
she misses the mystery, sometimes. it was safer then. but myr's been... tolerable, and so she blunts it now, grudges; ]
Don't know that no one gets famous for good. Even Andraste, you know? Holy or not, don't think no one sets out to be a martyr.