It should not have caught her by surprise the way it did.
She’d known this would happen.
Elgar’nan would know the moment she was made whole again. And, she knew as well, that it would only be a matter of time before he contacted her. He was too proud, too enraged, too far gone not to.
The day was beautiful, the sun brilliant and warm, the air crisp, Mythal basking in the song she could hear as the stones of Skyhold hummed to her. Their song was quiet now, muted after thousands upon thousands of years, but the magic, the power, of her people were not so easily dismissed. Walking upon the ground here felt a bit like… home. She settled into it, let it wash over her, let it fill her so that there was no room for him to seek and attempt to worm his way in. That was his way. As insidious as he was lacking in all subtlety.
She remembered enough. That was what made him so dangerous.
She could have loved him, once. She might have, were it not for his belief in his own self-importance. But her beloved Dread Wolf had been everything that Elgar’nan was not, and that had been the end of that. Not that he had ever forgiven her for denying him, the slight she’d inflicted upon his ego. It festered still, and she very nearly recoiled the moment his thoughts touched hers, his voice slipping along her senses.
He could do no more than that while she was still ensconced within Skyhold.
She’d known this would happen.
Elgar’nan would know the moment she was made whole again. And, she knew as well, that it would only be a matter of time before he contacted her. He was too proud, too enraged, too far gone not to.
The day was beautiful, the sun brilliant and warm, the air crisp, Mythal basking in the song she could hear as the stones of Skyhold hummed to her. Their song was quiet now, muted after thousands upon thousands of years, but the magic, the power, of her people were not so easily dismissed. Walking upon the ground here felt a bit like… home. She settled into it, let it wash over her, let it fill her so that there was no room for him to seek and attempt to worm his way in. That was his way. As insidious as he was lacking in all subtlety.
She remembered enough. That was what made him so dangerous.
She could have loved him, once. She might have, were it not for his belief in his own self-importance. But her beloved Dread Wolf had been everything that Elgar’nan was not, and that had been the end of that. Not that he had ever forgiven her for denying him, the slight she’d inflicted upon his ego. It festered still, and she very nearly recoiled the moment his thoughts touched hers, his voice slipping along her senses.
He could do no more than that while she was still ensconced within Skyhold.
Is it though?she answered back, soft and demure. But her eyes glittered as she looked up at the sky, knowing that wherever he was, they looked upon the same sun, the same clouds.
I would have thought my death would have brought you great joy. Have you run out of other creatures to hate then?
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