The Price of Magic

I remember that the estate's pieces were often rotated out on whim as well, that's not an entirely unknown bit of 'Lady of the House' responsibility, thank the Maker I'll never have to deal with any of that. She chuckled as they walked along, raising a brow at his line of query, An agenda no, but I have noticed that my time here in Tevinter seems to be tailors in making me fall in love with the place even more than before. Ophelia teased, until he mentioned a harvest. Oh, now you're just playing downright unfairly, of course I'd want to see that harvest, she paused, bringing up the vast catalog of knowledge she had in her head when it regarded the plant.

Not as brisk as a summer flush, but this harvest offers some more fragrant leaves when brewed. Do you hand dry them in a hot pan, or do you let them do a natural drying cycle and mix them in with the more robust spring harvest. There's the saying after all, "drink Spring tea for liquor texture and drink Autumn tea for fragrance". At least down south.. She was kicking herself again, she was absolutely a chatter box and she didn't think he minded, but, he was talking to her about one of her all time favorite things, and she was easy to get off on a tangent and talking about plants for hours. She enjoyed each of the plants he pointed out, and jumped at the opportunity for the introduction to his gardener. She had some questions about what sort of common pests they were seeing in their gardens, versus what she knew of the gardens in Orlais. She wanted to make sure that there where nothing too different between the two countries, she didn't want to bring any plants into Minrathous from Orlais and risk decimating a crop because they had unknowingly brought in a fungus or aphid that the plants there had been protected by the barrier from.

As they settled into his study though, she eyes the testing implements with a curious eye, falling silent for once as she looked them over. I.. my father didn't want me, nor my younger brother sent to the Circle. She didn't know how much to share, but decided that honest was a virtue, and there was no fear in her heritage there. I was the product of an affair, during my father and his wife's first few years together, before they came to love one another truly. My younger brother was the recognized first child, I of course, was kept in the house and never wanted for anything, but I served as staff mostly. I learned to hide my ability from my brother, and he from a very gifted tutor. I don't think I would have survived a Circle. She ran a finger of the match box, her brow drawing together as she slid a finger to the side to nudge it open. Bones. She didn't shudder though, she was used to fauna, she just didn't have it in her heart to dissect them, let alone eat them most of the time, too tender in that way. her fingers put the box back in order, and her eyes slid over to the wisp, her eyes un-focusing for a moment as she watched it, before her pupils dilated to the point the blues of her irises vanished, so consumed by the widening pupil that all that was left was the black.

The glass had offered her just enough of a reflective surface that she caught a picture in her mind, You're going to tell me here, in a few moments, that there's a type of magic I've been unaware of. She looked up away from the glass, breaking the connection as her eyes re-focused on the wisp. I'm not quite sure why, but I get very strong images in my mind sometimes, I usually liken them to flights of fancy but, they're plays, I can see. There's a few I've never seen again since, but some, happen immediately after. Gut feelings.. that's all. She reached a finger over towards the wisp, a little pleased when it followed her finger around the glass.