bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,
Had it been any other day, and any other lie not told to her less than an hour earlier, Bethen wouldn't have been at all unhappy to see Aurin. Even though having Aurin and Constans try to behave in the same room was like putting two cats in a sack (well, cats with armor and swords and magic), she got along with both of them well enough as individuals, try as her mage friend might to convince her that the Templar was pure evil. She'd known Aurin longer than Constans, though, and with time and a shared suffering through the same childhood trauma came a certain level of trust. He wasn't a mean or bad person, either -- not to her, at least, and to say that Constans was some innocent victim of unproven or undeserved persecution would be an outright lie. It was hard to hate Aurin, even if she had wanted to, and she really, really didn't.
Even if she couldn't hate him, she could at least be angry at him, couldn't she? Beth had the right to be upset. As far as she knew, he'd spent the early hours of the day dragging the blade that was currently strapped to his back across her friend's chest. But here he was, casually shoving food down his mouth, crumbs flying, and not speck of blood anywhere on his shiny armor. In fact, he looked like he had just rolled out of bed and tumbled to his post, not like he'd risen at dawn and caught an apprentice off guard with the edge of his sword. It came to her attentino on her that things weren't adding up.
But she didn't have time to calculate right then. He'd asked her a question. She stumbled a bit over her answer, which didn't come out nearly as smoothly as she'd been practicing in her head, "Oh...er... Nothing important. Getting some books...that were supposed to be returned to the Library yesterday. Apprentices, you know? Sometimes they're so scatter brained, it's a wonder that the Maker ever decided to give them such dangerous powers." Aurin wasn't exactly known for being the most pious of the Order, but she threw in a religious reference and disparaging remark about mages for good measure. It would've worked on other Templars, at any rate. "Right. So. I'm going to get those books and be out of your way."
Her hand was on the door and she had begun to push on it, but stopped midway, suddenly frowning. Beth just couldn't let go of the feeling that something was off. Her nagging curiosity would really ruin her life one day. Nevertheless, she couldn't stop herself from asking the following question: "Is...everything all clear upstairs? In the Templar quarters?" Well. That was subtle.