"Something like that. The time of Ambrosia the Second, mages protesting no better use for their magic than lighting the eternal flame - that is the correct term for it, no? - before they barricaded themselves within the cathedral for three weeks. The separation then from the Chantry into the Circle for study though of course, it sounds much too neat, too simple for it to have been that way for all." Araceli did discuss it with a Seeker when they had been discussing said book but she isn't about to reveal her source so easily. Still, she isn't wholly ignorant, not compared to some given that she does wish to help mages gain their freedom. "Perhaps some place such as the University of Orlais and the Circle of Dairsmuid before the Seekers came to it, if such a thing could ever be."
Which...isn't something she's voiced before but it's something perhaps to test. To try out. And of course there is Nevarra with their own ways, and then to see if there is anything they might salvage of the Circle without stirring up so much feeling on either side that any debate is made impossible. If there is even a scrap they could take from Tevinter not considered tainted.
(Perhaps, she thinks, it might be time to write to Lady Thevenet once again to truly test the waters.)
Then they are talking of the sea and she is able to smile same as the sun might appear through passing cloud.
"Naming a land isn't what interests me, no, land has been keeping me far too long already up here in the mountains. I am of a nation of sailors who upon finding each country where I call home still sail with our hungry hearts to remind all who settled where they came from, so I would keep searching, keep roaming." When she talks this way she can taste the salt-spray on her tongue, hear the gulls screaming overhead above the groan of the hull, the lash of the sails in the wind. "I want to see. I want to know it - I know every island of Castileos and every rooftop, there are no mysteries of Thedas on your maps for me to discover when your scholars have picked them clean."
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Which...isn't something she's voiced before but it's something perhaps to test. To try out. And of course there is Nevarra with their own ways, and then to see if there is anything they might salvage of the Circle without stirring up so much feeling on either side that any debate is made impossible. If there is even a scrap they could take from Tevinter not considered tainted.
(Perhaps, she thinks, it might be time to write to Lady Thevenet once again to truly test the waters.)
Then they are talking of the sea and she is able to smile same as the sun might appear through passing cloud.
"Naming a land isn't what interests me, no, land has been keeping me far too long already up here in the mountains. I am of a nation of sailors who upon finding each country where I call home still sail with our hungry hearts to remind all who settled where they came from, so I would keep searching, keep roaming." When she talks this way she can taste the salt-spray on her tongue, hear the gulls screaming overhead above the groan of the hull, the lash of the sails in the wind. "I want to see. I want to know it - I know every island of Castileos and every rooftop, there are no mysteries of Thedas on your maps for me to discover when your scholars have picked them clean."