bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,
"I am being quite serious when I say that Brother Genetivi has written some of the finest--" Bethen had been caught mid-sentence when she noticed the pair of magelings approach the table she shared with Alderic. A brief look of guilt flashed over her face -- in any other place, and between any other people, their friendly exchange would not have warranted concern. But this was the Circle Tower, and this was not a common sight. Fraternization between their respective classes was not recommended, but up until that point, they had been alone in their little corner of the library, enough to forget the lines between mage and Templar. Instead, for those solitary moments, they were just two people having an intense intellectual discussion on literature.
However, realizing that they were in no danger of getting chided or told on by either of the children before them, Beth quickly eased into a smile. It was just Ashya, one of the younger apprentices she had been asked to tutor. She was actually quite fond of the girl -- at least, when she wasn't making trouble for the servants, or complaining about having to study. But she had better moments, of course, and Beth appreciated the child's playfulness, which was a good foil to her own tendency to take things too seriously. As for her friend, she didn't know him quite as well, but Seth was not often found far from Ashya's side and so Beth found little reason not to like him, as well.
"Ah, no, don't worry. It's no interruption, at all," replied Beth, closing the splayed book in her hands, thought it had gone unread for several minutes already when she had begun chatting with Alderic. Were she any less an idealistic optimist, Bethen might have been more concerned by the peculiar nervousness lacing the girl's smile. But she was oblivious to any signs of mischief, just as eager to lend assistance as Ashya had assumed she would be. "What do you need?"