Ah, Fiona. I have heard it said that the exception proves the rule, no?
( She's never sure if she enjoys the thought, or is annoyed by it.
His tone has her head canting a little, eyes narrowing as she watches the crystal as intently as if she were looking upon his face, though a little more concerned than she generally allows herself to appear publicly, these days.
But you are so forgiving, she could say. She holds her tongue. )
What of Anders, then? The mage that blew up the Chantry in Kirkwall? He travelled with Jonas, just as you and I once did.
( bluntness, then, but bluntness under the guise of a question that she hopes will not condemn them both. )
no subject
( She's never sure if she enjoys the thought, or is annoyed by it.
His tone has her head canting a little, eyes narrowing as she watches the crystal as intently as if she were looking upon his face, though a little more concerned than she generally allows herself to appear publicly, these days.
But you are so forgiving, she could say. She holds her tongue. )
What of Anders, then? The mage that blew up the Chantry in Kirkwall? He travelled with Jonas, just as you and I once did.
( bluntness, then, but bluntness under the guise of a question that she hopes will not condemn them both. )