"Maybe that's what magic is, at the end of it. Something about their will and how it connects to the Fade that allows them to do what they do." Maybe something to bring up with a person who might understand magical theory but who actually really does because even most mages just seem to shrug and roll with whatever they're able to do, warding off demons and dangers more than anything else. Hearing that he was struck with red lyrium makes her jump, hand hovering as if going to touch. "Church! Why was I not told?" She'd give a gentle punch but Church you saw her in a state, she should've been there.
She knows what it's like in a way, having something wrong in you, not knowing if you'll be okay, all the people who say it'll be fine when they don't actually know.
"Some of the people there were fascinated with rifters." She chooses the words carefully, glancing up and down the hall to see if anyone's around but it's just them so she can say what she wants to say without having to worry too much, trusting that Church isn't going to go announcing what's probably already known at this point. "Enough that you know the want to put you on a shelf or lock you away in a room so they can look at you. The 'oh how exotic you are, my dear' sort of thing. But they like knowing things about rifts. Where some of us come from. What we've done. The more daring the better if it's the right sort of person. People were boasting if they got to hear a song from beyond the rifts first, that sort of thing."
Sheathing her blades, she works silkdart out from where it's tucked up her sleeve because Orlais took but it also gave so it's a nice fancy dagger Araceli's finally getting to put to use in Kirkwall now. "And you're too old. Any men are only ever the same age as me. Older women? A lot of fun but you must know yourself that the aches and pains and complaints set in far sooner in men."
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She knows what it's like in a way, having something wrong in you, not knowing if you'll be okay, all the people who say it'll be fine when they don't actually know.
"Some of the people there were fascinated with rifters." She chooses the words carefully, glancing up and down the hall to see if anyone's around but it's just them so she can say what she wants to say without having to worry too much, trusting that Church isn't going to go announcing what's probably already known at this point. "Enough that you know the want to put you on a shelf or lock you away in a room so they can look at you. The 'oh how exotic you are, my dear' sort of thing. But they like knowing things about rifts. Where some of us come from. What we've done. The more daring the better if it's the right sort of person. People were boasting if they got to hear a song from beyond the rifts first, that sort of thing."
Sheathing her blades, she works silkdart out from where it's tucked up her sleeve because Orlais took but it also gave so it's a nice fancy dagger Araceli's finally getting to put to use in Kirkwall now. "And you're too old. Any men are only ever the same age as me. Older women? A lot of fun but you must know yourself that the aches and pains and complaints set in far sooner in men."