“When the Veil came down.” Ilaria echoed, brow creasing slightly as she thought. Grey Wardens had not been of much consequence in Tevinter during her lifetime, but she was familiar with the theory. An Old God’s soul would jump upon death to an empty vessel. Warden rituals fouled the matter.
Her own magic had accomplished something … Not entirely dissimilar, though she had not been fool enough to grab the whole thing. How strange it was, to ponder that Andoral’s return had been inevitable. It had taken a man’s death to carry most of the God beyond the Veil, but now the Veil was no more.
Had her God chosen this Bethany woman on purpose? Presumably, since possessions were not inherently random. The host often shaped the entity at least as much as the entity shaped them. Ilaria wasn’t sure if that held true for Old Gods. Perhaps not. She felt her own symbiosis had clear but concerning boundaries.
“You think there are more pieces out there?” Bad enough to learn she was not singular in all the world. Now there could be three – or ten – or a hundred. Ilaria turned her head to address the cook. “Tea and dolma. Quickly, please.” She narrowed her eyes and watched him shuffle into the kitchen. With that taken care of, she turned back to the other mage.
“Well. If you’ve come looking for them, Bethany … What do you intend to do now that you’ve found one? I’ve lived with this dragon for four centuries. It is not extricable from my essence.” At least not without doing herself great harm. Would she crumble to dust immediately, like a sheet of old parchment? However it went, she had no doubt it would be ghastly.
@Bethany Hawke
Her own magic had accomplished something … Not entirely dissimilar, though she had not been fool enough to grab the whole thing. How strange it was, to ponder that Andoral’s return had been inevitable. It had taken a man’s death to carry most of the God beyond the Veil, but now the Veil was no more.
Had her God chosen this Bethany woman on purpose? Presumably, since possessions were not inherently random. The host often shaped the entity at least as much as the entity shaped them. Ilaria wasn’t sure if that held true for Old Gods. Perhaps not. She felt her own symbiosis had clear but concerning boundaries.
“You think there are more pieces out there?” Bad enough to learn she was not singular in all the world. Now there could be three – or ten – or a hundred. Ilaria turned her head to address the cook. “Tea and dolma. Quickly, please.” She narrowed her eyes and watched him shuffle into the kitchen. With that taken care of, she turned back to the other mage.
“Well. If you’ve come looking for them, Bethany … What do you intend to do now that you’ve found one? I’ve lived with this dragon for four centuries. It is not extricable from my essence.” At least not without doing herself great harm. Would she crumble to dust immediately, like a sheet of old parchment? However it went, she had no doubt it would be ghastly.
@Bethany Hawke
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