Tevinter had so many complicated feelings attached to it for one from the south. There was a darkness that tainted even the mention of it, a stain that could never quite come clean, a constant alarm bell that never quite dimmed all the way. And yet, for mages it had also symbolized freedom. A place where they could not only live their lives but be uplifted by their magical birthright rather than be scorned as dangerous. The Chantry stories she grew up with were written deep on her soul, but she couldn't deny that it was a nice change to not be judged quite so harshly simply for being a mage.
She was under no illusions that she wouldn't be watched, however. The barrier's fall had surprised everyone, and those from the south were not entirely welcome. Yet she had been allowed in - perhaps in part because she was a mage and held more weight here than in the parts of the world she knew. Perhaps there were other reasons, but what mattered was that she was here. That was what mattered to Andoral as well.
When the barrier fell it was like something had awakened in them. She'd studied their history as best she could, visiting the places she could access to any clues to where the other soul shards might be, but until Tevinter had reopened nothing had borne any fruit. Now, however, she was inexplicably draw to Minrathous. Even though she'd never been there was a familiarity to it, as well as an oddness, as if she had visited the place long ago and was returning to it in a changed state.
She was ambling through the market, waiting for something, anything to catch her eye when suddenly she felt it. She turned and found herself facing a seemingly younger woman with dark eyes, yet somehow she knew that she was older than she appeared. There was a pull within her, an ache that came from the shard of Andoral as it recognized its kin. She had to quiet the calls for immediate reunification, for such was not possible on demand.
@Ilaria Obsidian
She was under no illusions that she wouldn't be watched, however. The barrier's fall had surprised everyone, and those from the south were not entirely welcome. Yet she had been allowed in - perhaps in part because she was a mage and held more weight here than in the parts of the world she knew. Perhaps there were other reasons, but what mattered was that she was here. That was what mattered to Andoral as well.
When the barrier fell it was like something had awakened in them. She'd studied their history as best she could, visiting the places she could access to any clues to where the other soul shards might be, but until Tevinter had reopened nothing had borne any fruit. Now, however, she was inexplicably draw to Minrathous. Even though she'd never been there was a familiarity to it, as well as an oddness, as if she had visited the place long ago and was returning to it in a changed state.
She was ambling through the market, waiting for something, anything to catch her eye when suddenly she felt it. She turned and found herself facing a seemingly younger woman with dark eyes, yet somehow she knew that she was older than she appeared. There was a pull within her, an ache that came from the shard of Andoral as it recognized its kin. She had to quiet the calls for immediate reunification, for such was not possible on demand.
I was looking for others - for you, it seems. I didn't know there was anyone else until recently, when the barrier came down.The small talk was skipped as the soul bearers recognized each other, and Bethany had to remind herself that she really didn't know who she was talking to - only that they too carried a piece of the Old God.
My name is Bethany - perhaps we should go somewhere to talk more?
@Ilaria Obsidian
06-04-2024, 12:51 AM
