bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,
Beth's brows had shot up in surprise when she heard Maddock introduce the Grey Warden. She was Enchanter Seward? The young mage felt slightly bad for not recognizing the woman, nevermind that it had been at least fourteen years since she'd last seen her. But she didn't think she would have forgotten what Mona looked like, since she had been one of the first people to welcome Bethen into the Tower and attempted to make the Circle feel like a home. To be fair, the years had changed her -- Mona was older, definitely, and looked far more like a warrior than she had been before the last Blight. Their eyes met briefly when the Warden was surveying the crowd, and Beth wondered if she recognized her at all, though she had been a child when Mona left for Amaranthine. To her knowledge, the former enchanter had never looked back at her old life in the Tower. Bethen wondered if she would wind up the same way some day.
Then Mona was gone, before any further questions could be asked, with Ser Maddock in tow. Beth looked down at her hands, and the small amount of dirt that lined the whites of her fingernails. A bath did sound nice, as would putting on clean clothes that weren't slightly damp and muddied at the bottom hems, but she wasn't that eager to put herself back in a stone-walled cage. The prospect of witnessing the town's Summerday festival was much more enticing, provided she could coerce one of their templar guardians into coming along with her to explore their surroundings and celebrate with the locals.
Just as the thought had crossed her mind, she heard Aurin call out her name. How convenient, Beth mused, weaving her way around people to reach the templar, where he stood next to Sister-- no, Dee Aisli, who had also spoken her name. In the relatively short time that they'd had to get to know each other (though technically the mage had known Dee indirectly prior to their actual meeting), Beth already felt a great deal of fondness for the cleric. She was grateful to have someone to talk to on the road, especially given that most of the people she did know well either couldn't speak to her openly without chance of reprimand, or didn't have much to say to her. Dee was never short of an interesting story to tell, and didn't seem to mind that Beth was never short of questions to ask.
The mage had difficulty containing her excitement and was grinning broadly when she was finally within a few feet of the pair, "Isn't this place amazing? I can't believe they built this up so quickly. And did you see those men outside? I think they're Qunari! I knew they were supposed to be big people, I just didn't think they would be that tall. I wonder if they have trouble getting through doorways...?" Beth winced slightly as she realized she was babbling. "Sorry. Did you need me for something?"