VI. SEMI-CLOSED.

[liberalum]

WHO: Dorian Pavus; Sabine; Marcus Kane; and the people that happen to them.
WHAT: Purely a catch all to cover off the next month.
WHEN: Mid-Guardian through mid-Drakonis.
WHERE: Skyhold, Emprise du Lion, and beyond.
NOTES: This is a catch-all for pre-planned threads, rather than open prompts. PM or plurk me if you'd like to do something!

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[liberalum]

[ Dorian glances over, expecting to recognise whoever has approached him, and doesn't, thus netting her an added glance up and down that seeks out clues as well as such things as-- ]

Keep that level, [ he says, shifting his staff into an idling hold that is, nevertheless, more precise than the absent grip the young lady has on hers. ] Like so.

[ A tip of his head invites her nearer, into the vaguely defined space that constitutes the training ground. He's seen, by now, his fare share of Circle mages, young academics who are better versed in books and Chantry quotes than they are at holding the primary weapon that makes a mage, and so, he tells Clarke's story to himself before she can offer her name.

Not that he won't ask for it, too. ]

What's that you have to work with? [ The staff she's holding seems fairly stock standard, to him, but perhaps its imbued with specific qualities, cut from something that favours fire over water, ice over spirit. ]