There is the niggling suspicion in the back of Myr's head that this might not go so well as he thinks it will. Talking religion was contentious even back in the Circle, and now he'll be broaching the topic with one of the Dalish-- Well. So long as they're both respectful, it can't disintegrate that badly, can it? (Never mind what the Dalish do to Chantry missionaries or how that started a war once...)
Though it sounds like he's not the only one with conversion on his mind; this will be interesting, if nothing else. "We didn't hear much of the Creators in the alienage, no," he replies, amiably. "Other than a few stories. I was always fond of 'How the Halla Came to Be'.
"But that's all they were to us--stories. The Chant was real, the way Father and Uncle Vardren taught it. So I believed from a very young age."
He pauses to consider his next words carefully; it would be easy enough to leave things at that, to make the "choice" to worship the Maker no choice at all, simply a result of his upbringing. But it's hardly true. "I suppose I didn't choose until I was much older, and saw the Maker's hand in my life and how I'd come to be where I was. Magic is His gift to us, a source of miracles even when He has turned away from the world. I held that gift in my hands--all the powers of creation He used to shape the world in the first place."
His voice has grown steadily softer as he speaks; this is a thing of reverence, shared gladly but with the respect it deserves. "It still seems like a miracle to me, even to this day. He chose me to be a mage; how could I do anything but believe?"
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Though it sounds like he's not the only one with conversion on his mind; this will be interesting, if nothing else. "We didn't hear much of the Creators in the alienage, no," he replies, amiably. "Other than a few stories. I was always fond of 'How the Halla Came to Be'.
"But that's all they were to us--stories. The Chant was real, the way Father and Uncle Vardren taught it. So I believed from a very young age."
He pauses to consider his next words carefully; it would be easy enough to leave things at that, to make the "choice" to worship the Maker no choice at all, simply a result of his upbringing. But it's hardly true. "I suppose I didn't choose until I was much older, and saw the Maker's hand in my life and how I'd come to be where I was. Magic is His gift to us, a source of miracles even when He has turned away from the world. I held that gift in my hands--all the powers of creation He used to shape the world in the first place."
His voice has grown steadily softer as he speaks; this is a thing of reverence, shared gladly but with the respect it deserves. "It still seems like a miracle to me, even to this day. He chose me to be a mage; how could I do anything but believe?"