Fern listens to the explanation in rapt fascination, even though the names go sailing quite over her head; she doesn't know who Sorrel is, but assumes he must be someone close to Ellana if they were raised together. ...Were they raised together? It sounds like it.
She frowns all the same as they walk along side by side. "Sounds a bit like being a regular apostate," she says, and tries not to sound too glum, though it's difficult. She uses her staff to thwack aside a bit of brush, perhaps venting some of her pent-up frustration into the gesture. "My folks didn't hide me away or anything, but they wouldn't let me do anything either, 'specially since we were so close to Ansburg. There's a Circle there," she adds, since it occurs to her Ellana might not know that, being Dalish born and all. She sighs. "Dunno if it would have been better moving around a lot, but I hope no one ever asks me to herd sheep again." Ugh, sheep.
She spots the end of the path up ahead of them, and pauses with widening eyes at the sight of the moss-covered ruins unfurling before them in the fading afternoon light. "Oh, Maker--look at that!"
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She frowns all the same as they walk along side by side. "Sounds a bit like being a regular apostate," she says, and tries not to sound too glum, though it's difficult. She uses her staff to thwack aside a bit of brush, perhaps venting some of her pent-up frustration into the gesture. "My folks didn't hide me away or anything, but they wouldn't let me do anything either, 'specially since we were so close to Ansburg. There's a Circle there," she adds, since it occurs to her Ellana might not know that, being Dalish born and all. She sighs. "Dunno if it would have been better moving around a lot, but I hope no one ever asks me to herd sheep again." Ugh, sheep.
She spots the end of the path up ahead of them, and pauses with widening eyes at the sight of the moss-covered ruins unfurling before them in the fading afternoon light. "Oh, Maker--look at that!"