When Herian was twenty-two she was still in the White Spire, eagerly trying to prove herself. Her life had been an obsession with becoming the best Knight Enchanter that she could become for long before then, as well. And now she was a Knight Enchanter, but what had it done for the world, or the Chantry, or the Circles? That she would ever be the personal guard to the Divine seemed dubious at best, when they had gone so long without a Divine elected in the wake of the conclave. A life of dedication sometimes seeming eclipsed, when apostates could make claim to something that was years of work without any consideration of duty.
She takes another sip of wine.
“I am reaching nine-and-twenty. I must confess this is not where I imagined myself being now, when I was your age.”
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When Herian was twenty-two she was still in the White Spire, eagerly trying to prove herself. Her life had been an obsession with becoming the best Knight Enchanter that she could become for long before then, as well. And now she was a Knight Enchanter, but what had it done for the world, or the Chantry, or the Circles? That she would ever be the personal guard to the Divine seemed dubious at best, when they had gone so long without a Divine elected in the wake of the conclave. A life of dedication sometimes seeming eclipsed, when apostates could make claim to something that was years of work without any consideration of duty.
She takes another sip of wine.
“I am reaching nine-and-twenty. I must confess this is not where I imagined myself being now, when I was your age.”