"Robert and Riannon," Vidal echoes. "I think I can remember those. And no. Addicted, addled by that, figuring that we had blue lyrium. We do. But we weren't going to just give it to them, and they weren't fine with that."
There isn't any regret in her voice. "It's time they learn that if they attack, mages have the right to defend themselves. They can silence us, but we have numbers."
"We finally have numbers," Aleigh says grimly. "And we've learned our lessons. Better than they thought, or wanted." Where Vidal's words had been a small test, Aleigh's are a challenge as if he wants them to ask. ...Because he does.
Vidal sighs. "It wouldn't kill you to be civil." It's spoken like it's an old and regular complaint, and the roll of Aleigh's eyes seem just as commonplace. There isn't heat there, just an ongoing argument.
"Would you... I don't know," Vidal continues. "We have water? Wine? A stable for the horses? Though I suppose you won't be here long, they'll check the house and move on to the Deep Roads?"
no subject
There isn't any regret in her voice. "It's time they learn that if they attack, mages have the right to defend themselves. They can silence us, but we have numbers."
"We finally have numbers," Aleigh says grimly. "And we've learned our lessons. Better than they thought, or wanted." Where Vidal's words had been a small test, Aleigh's are a challenge as if he wants them to ask. ...Because he does.
Vidal sighs. "It wouldn't kill you to be civil." It's spoken like it's an old and regular complaint, and the roll of Aleigh's eyes seem just as commonplace. There isn't heat there, just an ongoing argument.
"Would you... I don't know," Vidal continues. "We have water? Wine? A stable for the horses? Though I suppose you won't be here long, they'll check the house and move on to the Deep Roads?"