solar flare

Asha just wanted the whole conversation to end, to just get it all over with already. The man made her skin crawl, and with the cracks appearing in her stubborn teenage armour, she was feeling incredibly vulnerable. She was tired, so very tired. She kept thinking about her mother, what her mother would do in this situation. Would she be stronger, hold out longer, Asha couldn’t be entirely sure, but as she always felt like a failure in her mother’s shadow, she suspected her mother would be stronger.

She tipped her head, a confused look on her face. Thedian legend. She knew the Chasind legends, and Andrastian legends, but as she suspected he meant Elvhen legend which she sadly knew very little about. Even less than the Dalish she suspected. She didn’t want to admit she new almost nothing, but she wasn’t about to lie about what she did or didn’t know either, suspecting he would see right through it. Before she could come up with an answer, he proclaimed his godhood. An eyebrow raised, confusion with a touch of terror.

She wasn’t sure if she believed him, but she was smart enough to take pause. So what if he wasn’t a god? He was still terrifying, he still had the upper hand, he was still much stronger than she was. God or not didn’t seem to matter much at this point.

She swallowed as he said she’d rot there, a tear sliding down her cheek and betraying her. Bottom lip trembling as she tried to hold back the flood of tears that were threatening to appear. He had followers, that was clear, she wasn’t sure what that meant in regards to ever being rescued.

Then he mentioned the, well she assumed he meant the magical shard that had saved her life, but she was a bit confused when he mentioned it as a who and not a what. Something passed down, was that why her mother had it to be able to save her life when the veil went down? Her look was clear, pure confusion. She then stuttered a response.

Who? You mean the shard that saved my life when the veil came down? My mother never said much about it, and neither did that strange man who took it from me. Maybe she’d been too trusting with letting that man have the shard, but he’d left her with a spirit companion, and she’d felt so much better after that, much more at peace and far less conflicted with inner turmoil. Curiosity was peaking, making her a little calmer, though not by much, but if his man knew more about the shard that had once been in her, well, she was curious and that was etched all over her face along with the fear and sorrow.