When life gives you melons, you might be dyslexic.

The collapse of the veil had left them all scrambling, normality had been upended, at least what normality one could have. Leaf envied those who were lucky to have well tempered spirits, demons were troublesome and while she had tried to find fault with the First Enchanters idealism, it had merit. Demons were once spirits, they’d simply lost their way and become corrupted. That understanding though, did not offer much comfort either.

As he continued, Leaf couldn’t help how his words reflected on her face. A scepticism narrowed her eyes and with a flick of her wrist she’d flick his ear lightly.[color=#0074d9] “You know what keeps the shithead in me from running his mouth. My will. Lana’s not foolish enough to let her demon have complete full reign, not without some bargain or agreement in place.”[/color] Again she sighs, jealousy gnawing at her with another's experiences. 

She mocked daggers with her look, his face indifferent, but she knew fine well underneath was shifting. [color=#0074d9]“It’s still weird for me, but don’t tell anyone, but there’s a small, very small voice that did say, ‘What if we just… burn it like the other place?’ Had to have a frank word with myself that we are not in Kirkwall. I blame Korr entirely.” [/color]No. It wasn’t him, though the mage wouldn’t put it past the demon if given the opportunity. Still, the new circles were nothing like the old especially with the gentle guiding hand that Akribrus steered it with.