WHO: Athessa, Madi, and YOU WHAT: post-Dream catch-all WHEN: after part 2 of dream time WHERE: The Gallows/Kirkwall NOTES: tags will be slow, brain still bad
"I'm not sure I ever did either," Sidony admits, voice quiet. "It was something so natural in Nevarra that I simply did not question it. Why would I, when I so often got whatever I wanted? People wished to please me and that meant I had power. It worked for me, as stifling as it was."
But she doesn't sound particularly happy about it. Her face scrunches, just a moment, before she sighs.
"Coming here made it better. I had always wished to learn about medicine for my own sake, to sate my curiosity. But speaking to others here, learning about it... I realised the benefit of it. To help, rather than just study, no matter how calloused my fingers get."
"Wait," Athessa pauses as she's measuring out coffee beans into the grinder, and looks over at Sidony with a curious expression. Halfway between a frown and a skeptical smile.
"You started wanting to help people after you started studying medicine?"
"Yes." She says it as though it's completely normal before she hesitates. Talking about these things isn't easy for her, but she tries to find some means of steeling her voice and not letting herself get lost in the feeling of it.
"When I was very young I wished to be a Mortalitasi. I was deadly curious about the body, about what they do, their magic, all of it. As I grew older it became apparent I was not blessed with magic, but... My brother was. So he became a Mortalitasi and I studied medicine under my sheets, hiding my learning from a mother who sought a political union above all else."
She sniffs, crossing her arms.
"It was only when I was permitted to practice my craft that I realised the benefit."
"What does being a Mortalitasi entail? Other than the ability to do magic," she asks. The coffee grinder isn't particularly loud, but it's a consistent scrape-scraping as she turns the crank. It accompanies her interested (and somewhat confused, still) expression as if the grinding is actually the sound of little cogs and gears in her mind turning over.
"Could you do what the Mortalitasi do without magic?"
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But she doesn't sound particularly happy about it. Her face scrunches, just a moment, before she sighs.
"Coming here made it better. I had always wished to learn about medicine for my own sake, to sate my curiosity. But speaking to others here, learning about it... I realised the benefit of it. To help, rather than just study, no matter how calloused my fingers get."
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"You started wanting to help people after you started studying medicine?"
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"When I was very young I wished to be a Mortalitasi. I was deadly curious about the body, about what they do, their magic, all of it. As I grew older it became apparent I was not blessed with magic, but... My brother was. So he became a Mortalitasi and I studied medicine under my sheets, hiding my learning from a mother who sought a political union above all else."
She sniffs, crossing her arms.
"It was only when I was permitted to practice my craft that I realised the benefit."
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"Could you do what the Mortalitasi do without magic?"