Another mage, then, as well as elfblooded--and she is related to Cerys. There's enough of pain in what Herian reveals that Myr can't quite grin openly the way he'd like to--it would seem too much like mockery--but he's glad to realize he's closer kin even than he'd thought, if not by blood than by sentiment.

"She may as well be the grandmother of the whole Circle," he affirms. A crazy, demons-may-care, prankster grandmother, which is really the best kind of grandmother to be. "Of course she was closest to her own students in primal magic, but she was kind to all of us--around all the pranks--and she'd dote on anyone who could master a greasefire to her satisfaction." There's a wistfulness that creeps into his tone there; she'd been so pleased when he'd gotten it down that she immediately declared a trip to the testing area to "practice" destroying broken furniture.

"I'm only sorry she didn't come with us to join the Inquisition so you could meet her. But she wanted the opportunity to travel and not even Knight-Commander Brycen would argue with her over it, after--everything was said and done."