SIGNY [ the dwarf mage ] (signyature) wrote in thebattleage, @ 2011-03-31 19:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! complete, (backscene), (thread), signy of dagna |
Who: Signy of Dagna and Sydni Tethviel
When: 21 Ferventis
Where: Vigil's Keep Library
Rating: TBA
Summary: They've just got so much in common! Well. Sort of.
She had been back––not home, but back––for a week now, time to ease the pain of travel out of her body, get used to sleeping on a bed again, and taking regular baths. Although she still wasn't sleeping very well, but Signy had not slept very well for nearly two years now. Dreams plagued her just by existing; that she now dreamed things even more fearsome just added insult to injury.
Thinking about sleep reminded her that she was tired; she yawned, turning the page of her book. It wasn't late, but she had been in the smithy again that morning. She had been there most mornings since she got back, carrying things and working the belllows and doing other tasks that the actual smiths needed done. It didn't bother her––she'd not quite completed her apprenticeship under her mother, not to mention any journeyman work, and even if being from a fine house of smiths meant something, it didn't mean she got to order other blacksmiths around in their own forge. What was odd was to see them defer to her as a Warden in one breath, and then chide her as an apprentice who was forgetting her basics in the next.
It was familiar; at least. And if it made the ache of homesickness duller sometimes, and sharpened it to pinpricks at other times, well, at least Signy was keeping busy.
The other place she kept herself busy was the library, trying to read books on magic. Theories. Histories. Long experiments and studies. They had a much richer selection here than in Dagna's small, limping beginning at a Circle; Dagna would have killed to read some of these, Signy was sure. Wardens and magic; more histories of the Wardens, things she had never learned as a child because Orzammar as a rule did not care about Blights, save that they were brief periods of peace in the midst of the millennia-long war they waged. And if she got distracted, sometimes? And just looked at the pictures or dozed off in her too-large-armchair? Well, that was not her fault; these volumes were dense, written by boring people who liked to see their own words on paper.
But there were other reasons for her presence here today; well, one other reason. Apparently, to the order of the Grey Wardens, there were the standard services like killing darkspawn and saving towns, and then there were the little additional touches. Like meeting with a potential recruit, another mage, she had been told. For… well, to have a chat? Signy wasn't sure, maybe this was a thing that surface-mages did. Maybe the Wardens in command simply thought that she'd like to have someone to talk to, that was not Imenry or Brennan and were not off in the city proper; that it would make her stop staring about like a skittish bird at mealtimes or when she crossed the yard of the Vigil. Or maybe it was for his benefit. Or maybe it was for some reason wholly else, that Signy knew not of.
But she wasn't the kind of person who turned down requests just because she didn't understand them; so here she was, sitting in an armchair designed for a larger sort of creature, in a pale green cotton dress that belied nothing of the fact that she was a mage, barefoot and with her legs tucked up underneath her where she sat. The book she'd been reading was in her lap; she was tracing the picture she'd settled on idly with one finger as she pondered. From the question––why this meeting, why her, why the elf-mage recruit?––her thoughts wandered broadly; she was daydreaming again.