“I would say the worst part is done but some still balk at the fall even if it’s the simplest and easiest part.”
Falling is easy, if you don’t think, and in Thedas there’s too much thinking. Everything about the Fade, the mages and the templars, the Chantry, the Divine - well maybe that’s why she’s had more and more signing up because when all you have to think about is checking where your hands and feet need to be, to remember to let out all the air in your lungs and just let go? But she’s not canvassing for opinion, climbing is fun and useful, anything she learns in the course of it just a happy bonus she can pass on to interested parties.
It helps, usually being the only rifter at them, only having to speak for herself and learn whatever she likes because add another world again and things get complicated quickly.
“Do they talk then? I don’t think the ones in the Mire were a good example and usually it was just some...strangled grunt before one of them lurched towards us.” Not that she knows if she’d be comforted by the dead speaking but there would be a sort of wisdom to come from them. In remembering the past and the mistakes.
But then home isn’t quite so mired in it, able to go build a new home instead of scrabbling for lost relics.
“Isn’t that the way of everything? The tide goes in and out as it ever did and ever will, the moon waxes and wanes, women know it better than anyone. We have one life that we live, what use would I have for any of my things when I’m gone? I’ll be off beneath the waves where we came from, let another girl grow strong eating the fish that fed off me.”
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Falling is easy, if you don’t think, and in Thedas there’s too much thinking. Everything about the Fade, the mages and the templars, the Chantry, the Divine - well maybe that’s why she’s had more and more signing up because when all you have to think about is checking where your hands and feet need to be, to remember to let out all the air in your lungs and just let go? But she’s not canvassing for opinion, climbing is fun and useful, anything she learns in the course of it just a happy bonus she can pass on to interested parties.
It helps, usually being the only rifter at them, only having to speak for herself and learn whatever she likes because add another world again and things get complicated quickly.
“Do they talk then? I don’t think the ones in the Mire were a good example and usually it was just some...strangled grunt before one of them lurched towards us.” Not that she knows if she’d be comforted by the dead speaking but there would be a sort of wisdom to come from them. In remembering the past and the mistakes.
But then home isn’t quite so mired in it, able to go build a new home instead of scrabbling for lost relics.
“Isn’t that the way of everything? The tide goes in and out as it ever did and ever will, the moon waxes and wanes, women know it better than anyone. We have one life that we live, what use would I have for any of my things when I’m gone? I’ll be off beneath the waves where we came from, let another girl grow strong eating the fish that fed off me.”