ashya (ashya) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-03-06 23:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & 9:45 (5) molioris, @ ashya devar, @ constans ledaal |
Backscene: Curiosity killed the...mage?
Who: Ashya Devar, Constans Ledaal
When: 16 Molioris, late evening.
Where: Vigil's Keep, Amaranthine
What: Ashya has questions.
Rating: Safe for everyone (unfortunately)
Ashya stared down at the contents of her backpack, fidgeting with the sleeves of her robe. She didn’t have anything new to pack, nothing else to take with her from Vigil’s Keep except her memories of the people she’d met, and memories of the burning bodies of the recruits who hadn’t made it.
She really should be getting some rest. It was going to be an early day tomorrow, lumped with a group of people most of whom were unfamiliar to her, heading towards Redcliffe. But she was nervous – sleep wouldn’t come easily.
She sat down on the bed, pulling out the protective leather covering within which she held all the information about her father. She unwrapped it carefully, fingers touching the parchment almost reverently, her eyes skimming over the details she had by now memorized. So many questions still, not just unanswered but many of them still unasked.
She had been meaning to ask Constans about Tranquil, nestling a small hope within her breast that Jowan was still alive, perhaps having somehow managed to convince the templars that he had redeemed himself. Unlikely, but the hope remained that he was not entirely out of her reach. Although she was not sure if being tranquil was better than being dead.
She had put off the questions because she’d never found the perfect time – Constans seemed to be always surrounded by people, or his brother. But Desiderio had vanished, leaving him alone. A small frown appeared on her face. Surely he didn’t expect to get away before having destroyed his phylactery? But perhaps that’s what he was trying to do. In a way she wished she’d gone with him. Sometimes she just felt so…alone, and it’d be so nice to be able to confide in someone, lose the walls even for a few minutes.
Of course, Desi was probably not the best person to do that with. He was still a jerk.
She did feel sorry for Constans, though. Although she was probably wasting her sympathy. Could the tranquil even feel upset that his brother had vanished, now to be hunted by the templars to be returned to Kinloch Hold be force? She doubted it.
The girl wrapped the parchment back in the leather covering, resolutely making up her mind. By tomorrow, Constans would be out of her reach. If she had questions, now was the time to ask them. Who knows if they’d both make it back alive, anyway?
She tucked the leather packet back into her robes, and headed to the door before she could change her mind. It was late, but the Keep was still awake, preparing for imminent departures. The brunette passed people she knew with a distracted nod, barely acknowledging their existence, hoping Constans was in his room and awake. She found the room without error, and knocked on the door, biting her lower lip, looking somewhat nervous.