"He makes macarons. If you've had those before. If not then when we're back at Skyhold come with me and I'll make sure you get some as soon as they're ready, they're incredible," Araceli confides with a grin, as if someone might overhear such talk and want in on the action. Beleth might be salty but she doesn't have the monopoly on getting treats out of Burly. (Actually having a kadan should net you benefits anyway.)
Listening quietly with her hands mostly busy stroking Lux as he makes himself comfortable in her lap, she nods to show her understanding. "Nobility is taken from them when they're taken to the Circles, and it's a very rare family that would actively keep their ties to their child." Either by choice or not, the Circle was the Circle, and the Mages lived their own lives once they were taken in most respects, that much Araceli knows from her reading as well as generally mingling with people. "I suppose only the poorest of them might be happy within the Circle, generally the poor no matter where you go have very few freedoms beyond those not granted by their invisibility."
And that in itself is such a double-edged sword: no one might see you, but then no one might look for you if you don't come home, or no one will be able to do anything about it. It's why thieves have their groups and cling tight in their own way, with at least one fence that loves you dearly so you matter.
Waving away the apology, she smiles and shrugs. Better than demon, and Zevran is so dear to her heart that it doesn't hurt to be mistaken for his countryman. "There's a running bet that's been going since I arrived that I'm Antivan, think nothing of it; the tongue is so close to my own that I can pass for one. With a dash of Rivain for the love of sailing." Peeling off the glove she's wearing, something she normally wouldn't but it's Tevinter, and the priest made her wary enough that she wants to be used to the feel of it, she reveals just enough of her left hand for the moment to answer the question. "Being Antivan is more useful for this mission." Fewer awkward questions, fewer people to stare for the worst sort of reasons.
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Listening quietly with her hands mostly busy stroking Lux as he makes himself comfortable in her lap, she nods to show her understanding. "Nobility is taken from them when they're taken to the Circles, and it's a very rare family that would actively keep their ties to their child." Either by choice or not, the Circle was the Circle, and the Mages lived their own lives once they were taken in most respects, that much Araceli knows from her reading as well as generally mingling with people. "I suppose only the poorest of them might be happy within the Circle, generally the poor no matter where you go have very few freedoms beyond those not granted by their invisibility."
And that in itself is such a double-edged sword: no one might see you, but then no one might look for you if you don't come home, or no one will be able to do anything about it. It's why thieves have their groups and cling tight in their own way, with at least one fence that loves you dearly so you matter.
Waving away the apology, she smiles and shrugs. Better than demon, and Zevran is so dear to her heart that it doesn't hurt to be mistaken for his countryman. "There's a running bet that's been going since I arrived that I'm Antivan, think nothing of it; the tongue is so close to my own that I can pass for one. With a dash of Rivain for the love of sailing." Peeling off the glove she's wearing, something she normally wouldn't but it's Tevinter, and the priest made her wary enough that she wants to be used to the feel of it, she reveals just enough of her left hand for the moment to answer the question. "Being Antivan is more useful for this mission." Fewer awkward questions, fewer people to stare for the worst sort of reasons.