Macarons are her downfall, personally speaking. Probably the reason she gets banned from the kitchen if the have to make a set number since all three chefs know she was a damned good thief back home and the temptation for tiny brightly coloured things is near impossible to resist.
"Don't remind me, before long he'll be shedding. We already have bearskin blankets, he even got one all to himself." Because she spoils him rotten of course. "I'd be surprised if people haven't already seen Korrin wearing him like a lady's stole about the place if she's feeling silly." The smile is even brighter this time though because she's seen it when she's had to go looking for one or, more commonly, both of them and they're entertaining someone that way. It's a pretty ridiculous sight all things considered.
"You're talking to someone who doesn't even have a sleep schedule though," Araceli concedes since the routines of others benefit her as much as her own lazily defined one benefits her. "I can see a lot of people who were Circle mages or even Templars being interested. People with routines that always had routines? They find that hard to break."
With a quiet sigh, she finds a chair since she needs to rack her brain here, looking up and away for a few moments to try to remember it once she's seated. "The largest in Thedas, I am certain of that but there are many restrictions on who can attend as you can expect for a place like Thedas. Even before Empress Celene came to power it was considered something of a place to send those who didn't have a prospect the same as other siblings in a family might, and the Chantry would take the greatest minds that could be found there. She elevated education and arts within Orlais far more than those before her. Elves were even sponsored to enter though…" Trailing off, a flicker of anger and disappointment passes over Araceli's face. "Well, given how terribly elves are treated, I am sure you can imagine."
The things Araceli had heard about things students had been asked to write about elves still make her feel sick.
"My homeland is a nation of sailors, many things can only be taught by being alongside an experienced hand. For a lot of people who weren't born to a noble family or merchants? It's the best way to make a life for yourself from a young age so you don't need to choose between a roof over your head or food on the table." It should never have to be a choice, and even if she has the skills to hide it, she never bothers to disguise her bitterness over that fact unless she's working with nobles to get something done.
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"Don't remind me, before long he'll be shedding. We already have bearskin blankets, he even got one all to himself." Because she spoils him rotten of course. "I'd be surprised if people haven't already seen Korrin wearing him like a lady's stole about the place if she's feeling silly." The smile is even brighter this time though because she's seen it when she's had to go looking for one or, more commonly, both of them and they're entertaining someone that way. It's a pretty ridiculous sight all things considered.
"You're talking to someone who doesn't even have a sleep schedule though," Araceli concedes since the routines of others benefit her as much as her own lazily defined one benefits her. "I can see a lot of people who were Circle mages or even Templars being interested. People with routines that always had routines? They find that hard to break."
With a quiet sigh, she finds a chair since she needs to rack her brain here, looking up and away for a few moments to try to remember it once she's seated. "The largest in Thedas, I am certain of that but there are many restrictions on who can attend as you can expect for a place like Thedas. Even before Empress Celene came to power it was considered something of a place to send those who didn't have a prospect the same as other siblings in a family might, and the Chantry would take the greatest minds that could be found there. She elevated education and arts within Orlais far more than those before her. Elves were even sponsored to enter though…" Trailing off, a flicker of anger and disappointment passes over Araceli's face. "Well, given how terribly elves are treated, I am sure you can imagine."
The things Araceli had heard about things students had been asked to write about elves still make her feel sick.
"My homeland is a nation of sailors, many things can only be taught by being alongside an experienced hand. For a lot of people who weren't born to a noble family or merchants? It's the best way to make a life for yourself from a young age so you don't need to choose between a roof over your head or food on the table." It should never have to be a choice, and even if she has the skills to hide it, she never bothers to disguise her bitterness over that fact unless she's working with nobles to get something done.