Athessa's smile is less brief, but warm. She looks back over towards the shelves, thinking for a moment, then stands to peruse the shelves.
"I don't think I should be, at this point, but I'm always kinda surprised to hear the similarities between Dalish songs and ones from Ferelden or Orlais, or wherever."
"I don't think I should be, at this point, but I'm always kinda surprised to hear the similarities between Dalish songs and ones from Ferelden or Orlais, or wherever."
"I think you're right," she agrees, trailing her fingers along the spines of the books she's considering. Waiting for a title to jump out at her.
"I think focusing on the differences just makes everyone think they have nothing in common, when really we should be looking at what makes us the same. I bet we'd have fewer stories about shit like the Dalish luring travelers into the woods to eat them."
"I think focusing on the differences just makes everyone think they have nothing in common, when really we should be looking at what makes us the same. I bet we'd have fewer stories about shit like the Dalish luring travelers into the woods to eat them."
[ Julius echoes what Commander Flint had said, and that assessment eases some of her worries. It carries just a little more weight to hear these words from Julius, though maybe that's unfair to the Commander. ]
Do you think we're important enough to this war for her to bargain with now?
[ At some point she should sip her tea, so as not to waste it. But. ]
Do you think we're important enough to this war for her to bargain with now?
[ At some point she should sip her tea, so as not to waste it. But. ]
[ Light on templars, well. That's a fair assessment. As far as Derrica understands it's only Barrow, outnumbered by a whole mess of mages.
She sips from her teacup then, letting what he said sit for a long moment before he replies. ]
I want my phylactery back.
[ Simple, direct. ]
I don't know if it still exists, but I don't want it in the Chantry's hands.
She sips from her teacup then, letting what he said sit for a long moment before he replies. ]
I want my phylactery back.
[ Simple, direct. ]
I don't know if it still exists, but I don't want it in the Chantry's hands.
She hmms in amused agreement. "Yeah I'd much rather read about dogs in love than...Virtue Rewarded." That one, pulled directly from the shelf just to read the title, make a face, and slip it back into place.
"Benedict and I paged through some of the racy ones that someone'd stashed in the back, but they were awful."
"Benedict and I paged through some of the racy ones that someone'd stashed in the back, but they were awful."
Her answer to whether or not she met Knight Enchanter Amsel is a slight shrug and a shake of her head. Athessa either hasn't had the pleasure, or has forgotten. She's never been the best at remembering names.
"If they're not in Orlesian, I think I should like to read them," Or at least try. She pulls out another book, looks at it, and puts it back. "Though I expect sooner or later learning Orlesian might prove useful. Are there more lady heroes in Orlesian books, do you think?"
"If they're not in Orlesian, I think I should like to read them," Or at least try. She pulls out another book, looks at it, and puts it back. "Though I expect sooner or later learning Orlesian might prove useful. Are there more lady heroes in Orlesian books, do you think?"
"I would very much enjoy the look on Bastien's face the first time I'm able to respond to him in Orlesian..." Her own accent, at least so far as single words and phrases are concerned, is passable only when she's not trying. "But I wouldn't want to take up all your time."
Thank you.
[ For his discretion. It must come easily to every mage. They keep each other's secrets. ]
I need to see this through, [ she continues, looking briefly down into her teacup. ] I've spoken to Speaker Fabria about it, and if Madame de Cedoux has advice, I'd be foolish not to hear her.
[ Even though it might all lead to nothing, or worse. Derrica isn't unaware of the risk ]
[ For his discretion. It must come easily to every mage. They keep each other's secrets. ]
I need to see this through, [ she continues, looking briefly down into her teacup. ] I've spoken to Speaker Fabria about it, and if Madame de Cedoux has advice, I'd be foolish not to hear her.
[ Even though it might all lead to nothing, or worse. Derrica isn't unaware of the risk ]
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