is this what you're doing with your one wild and precious life?

[kantikoy]

WHO: Adrasteia, Erik, other folks.
WHAT: It's an open log
WHEN: Mid to late Guardian
WHERE: Kirkwall, &c.
NOTES: Erik curses. That's about it. Open starters in threads.

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[pittance]

That's the thing with magic: Never stops being a bit — well — magical. Lyrium come whistling down the lungs. His fingers stretch — silent appreciation, the wonder of a thing done well.

"Maybe," Considers, "But she hasn't handed you a blanket."

Metaphorically. The Sister likes charity. More important,

"You like her?"

[kantikoy]

"Not enough to do anything about it," Adrasteia admits, feeling a little foolish for even discussing it. She's blushing and frowning simultaneously. "She's bright and very sweet, but she doesn't belong tied up to a Warden. Besides she's not even from here."

[pittance]

"Thought they took vows on that," Whatever that's worth. But: "She's not from here, then no one's tied down."

[kantikoy]

"They do! Well." A beat. "I'm pretty sure they do."

But whether or not it matters depends on each individual sister, definitely.

"I don't know. I don't... really do that." Get involved with people. Adrasteia glances at the Chantry Sister again and shakes her head.

[pittance]

"Yeah?" The shrug comes easy, he's not about to push. (Dead husband, young woman —) "Nothing wrong with friends."

The kind without benefits.

[kantikoy]

"...that's true."

Adrasteia glances the sister's way again, who looks up and smiles.

"We could write." Adrasteia brightens a bit. "That would probably even be helpful to more than just me."