Alistair (![]() ![]() @ 2012-04-15 21:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | {alistair, {sam winchester |
CHARACTERS: Sam Winchester & Alistair
WHEN: Sunday night
LOCATION: Sam's cabin
WARNINGS/RATING: None likely, will update if needed
SUMMARY: Something that may help against the birds and the voices.
STATUS: Private, ongoing
If there was one thing a Templar needed when facing an enemy that could alter one's mind, it was mental fortitude—a means to shut out that enemy whether they were nothing more than a physical nuisance, magically manipulating you, or attempting to alter your mind through the Fade. Mages came in all shapes and sizes, good and bad, weak and powerful. Alistair hadn't fancied the idea of being relegated to guarding the Circle of Magi for the rest of his life, but before his initiation he was recruited into the Grey Wardens.
All of his training stuck with him however, and he had taught the very same lessons he'd learnt from the Chantry to Aedan in turn. If Sam could benefit from a similar lesson, then Alistair would help the very same way. Even above and beyond the current issue of the mimicking birds.
Heading towards the cabin Sam said he would be in, Alistair brought nothing with him. This wasn't something one could learn through books or trinkets, but through both a good guide and sheer strength of will. While he knew trading the secrets of the Chantry like this would normally be considered a horrible offence to the Church, he'd managed teaching Aedan before gaining power in Ferelden as king, and before even gaining confidence in who and what he was (beyond being a Grey Warden). And now, well, so much had changed that he was confident he could even teach a rogue how to be a Templar if needed!
All right, he was exaggerating within his own mind. But Sam didn't seem a rogue-type, or a mage, or healer. If he wanted to learn and was willing to commit, it was quite possible that this could work. It would be the first time attempting to teach someone not of his own world, but there was a first for everything, right?
After glaring daggers at another one of those birds that was swooping about in the air, looking for another person to pester, he knocked on 501 and said, "Sam, it's Alistair." Watching the bird duck out and into another car, he let out the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. With no others in sight, hopefully that would be the last they'd see of them for a little while.