The last two months had been hard on Alaric, then again he couldn’t remember a time when his life hadn’t been hard, at least not properly. He knew a time like that existed, somewhere back so far in his memory it felt more like a dream than something that he had actually lived.
The specific problem with the last two months was the fact that the woman he’d been in love with since literally forever, was back in the hands of their enemy. Though he’d never actually been with this woman, in person, his feelings still ran very deep and he felt helpless to do anything about it. He wasn’t a fighter. He was a lover, a singer, a healer, but definitely not a fighter.
He’d even considered marching himself right into Elgar’nan’s camp and either calling him to some sort of duel, or just throwing himself at Elgar’nan’s feet and see if he could get his spot back as court jester, then at least he’d be able to SEE Arithari if nothing else. Thankfully Anders had talked him down off that particular ledge, but that didn’t change how fucked up his feelings were at the moment.
His interest was definitely peaked where the Sylvas were concerned. As far as he knew they were fighting against Elgar’nan, and that’s what he wanted to do. Maybe there was something there. Sure he couldn’t fight, but he imagined they might need healers. Before making a decision on the matter, he decided to head to Arlathan and check things out. At the very least he’d be able to check in on his friend Meg and see how she’d been doing lately, while at the same time seeing if there was any merit to the Sylvas.
Upon arriving in Arlathan, he went straight from the Eluvian to Meg’s home. Much of their interactions over the years had been via correspondence, as they often ended up at different places at the wrong times, ever since he’d left Kirkwall all those years ago. He was happy for once to be able to actually see her in person. He knocked on the door and waited, hoping he’d caught her at home.
The specific problem with the last two months was the fact that the woman he’d been in love with since literally forever, was back in the hands of their enemy. Though he’d never actually been with this woman, in person, his feelings still ran very deep and he felt helpless to do anything about it. He wasn’t a fighter. He was a lover, a singer, a healer, but definitely not a fighter.
He’d even considered marching himself right into Elgar’nan’s camp and either calling him to some sort of duel, or just throwing himself at Elgar’nan’s feet and see if he could get his spot back as court jester, then at least he’d be able to SEE Arithari if nothing else. Thankfully Anders had talked him down off that particular ledge, but that didn’t change how fucked up his feelings were at the moment.
His interest was definitely peaked where the Sylvas were concerned. As far as he knew they were fighting against Elgar’nan, and that’s what he wanted to do. Maybe there was something there. Sure he couldn’t fight, but he imagined they might need healers. Before making a decision on the matter, he decided to head to Arlathan and check things out. At the very least he’d be able to check in on his friend Meg and see how she’d been doing lately, while at the same time seeing if there was any merit to the Sylvas.
Upon arriving in Arlathan, he went straight from the Eluvian to Meg’s home. Much of their interactions over the years had been via correspondence, as they often ended up at different places at the wrong times, ever since he’d left Kirkwall all those years ago. He was happy for once to be able to actually see her in person. He knocked on the door and waited, hoping he’d caught her at home.
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