bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,
Bethen nodded slowly to all of the dwarf's responses; she opened her mouth to respond to the comment about being unable to sleep, but she could tell that the young woman didn't want to linger on the topic, even if it was at the forefront of her own mind. She had to know, though, if Signy had seen the same things, or at least something close. Not that she would have wanted anyone else to witness such devastating horrors, but Beth was always in search of confirmation of theories, and it somehow helped to know that she wasn't completely alone. Even in the Tower, she had never been on her own; she had always been part of something, and always had someone else to turn to. She looked down at the robes she was still wearing upon Signy's gesture. "Ah, yes... I am a Circle Mage. Or...was, I suppose," she paused, having not fully grasped the idea that she was essentially free of that life. Of those rules, and those restrictions. She didn't have to wear this uniform anymore, if she didn't want to.
But she did. And though she had changed into a fresh outfit between the Joining and after rousing from her sleep to wander the halls, they were just another set of the same canary robes. There were other things to wear in her wardrobe, purchased in the last week from places in town and mostly paid for by the Wardens, but she had only thought to pick what was most familiar. She would have to let go of the past eventually, but it was still too soon. Speaking about the Circle and the Templars made Byron's death flash in her memory for a second; she visibly flinched and her smile faltered as she recalled how he had raised his hands in angry defiance, and how Maddock had rushed forward in the blink of an eye. She didn't see the sword plunge through her friend's chest, having known it was coming as soon as she heard the plate rattle, but she did hear all too well the crunch of bone against steel, and saw Byron's prone form on the ground seconds later.
Her hands were resting tensely on the edge of the table, and she found that her nails had dug faint crescents into the wood when she pulled away to set them in her lap. She smiled again, trying to relax, "Dagna... You wouldn't happen to be related to the same Dagna that came to study with us in the Tower?" Beth knew, once again, that her guess was probably right, but she didn't want to assume anything about someone she had just met.