ɴᴇʀɪᴀ ꜱᴜʀᴀɴᴀ (![]() ![]() @ 2011-03-14 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | anders, neria surana |
Who: Neria and Anders.
What: Talking about serious business.
Where: Neria's flat.
When: After this.
Rating: TBD.
Status: In progress.
Neria was concerned about Anders. Yes, she hardly knew him beyond the stories she had heard in the tower, but there was something about him that drew her to him. And that was just from a conversation on the network. Maybe it was the fact that he was another mage, another person who had lived in the Tower and truly understood what their kind went through every day. Maybe it was the fact that he was another Grey Warden. Maybe it was the fact he had made her laugh in a way few could these days. She wasn't sure what it was really, but she felt a kinship with him. And that's why the outburst on the network had worried her, scared her even.
She could have sworn that when she'd heard that other voice Anders's eyes had glowed blue. That did not bode well, and she sincerely hoped it was not what she feared. She knew it was perhaps dangerous to speak to the man alone, when there was every chance he could be a danger, but she had faith in herself and her abilities. Besides, he had wished to speak alone and she would not deny him the opportunity to explain herself. Both Wynne and Morrigan had taught her that one could not always judge a situation solely on how it appeared. Though he seemed to be an abomination, that might not be the case.
She was just finishing the tea when a knock came to the door. Setting it and a pair of cups on the table, she smoothed the skirt of her robes and went to the door. Though she typically dressed in the more modern manner of the time in public, she still her robes in private. It just felt more comfortable to wear something familiar. Opening the door, not honestly sure what to expect, she looked up at Anders. Well...he was tall, that was certain. But most people were, compared to her. He looked much nicer in person than he had on the network, but she supposed that was to be expected. She smiled softly and couldn't resist reaching up to brush her fingers along the feathers on his jacket. "It's very...lively," she said after a moment, quickly pulling her hand back as she realised it was hardly appropriate. "I think I rather like it...even if it does look terribly complicated. How do you manage all those buckles. If the circle taught me anything, it was that robes really are terribly practical."
She noticed she was really off track and stopped, colouring slightly. "Please...come in," she said finally. "Are you all right? I must admit I was...worried."