Post by Jenae Amell on Sept 15, 2015 1:33:40 GMT
Kinloch Hold, 9:29 Dragon
It was a pity, that while the Circle of Magi undoubtedly housed one of Ferelden's largest libraries, there were very few tomes on its shelves that weren't about magic. Which was to be expected, Jenae supposed, since the whole point of housing one of Ferelden's largest libraries was to teach her and the other apprentices how to control their abilities, but all the same. It would be nice to read something that wasn't necessary for her lessons or written by Brother Genitivi once in a while, wouldn't it? Especially considering there were so few hobbies one could practice within the Circle. Knitting was fine, yes, along with other crafty pursuits, but one never knew when the Chantry would deign to send along more wool with the latest lyrium shipment. Cards, too, were possible, though gambling was frowned upon, and wasn't gambling the whole point of such games? Of course, if one could find a partner or two then there was much that could be done within a deserted corridor, but eventually that, too, got dull.
So Jenae choose to read, despite the limited selection of subject matters. And ever since training exercises had been cancelled, on account of someone or other deciding to take advantage of the opportunity and made a break for it across Lake Calenhad, she found she'd been spending more and more time within the library. Jowan teased her, naturally, asking if she intended to read them all, and she had retorted in kind, naturally. Even though they both knew it was possible to read them all, that there were more mages who could claim that distinction in the Circle then seemed possible at first glance.
It was better to joke and pretend otherwise, when the subject of forever came up within Kinloch Hold.
Rubbing her eyes, Jenae did her best to remain focused on the page in front of her. "Time inevitably brings an end to all things in the material world," she muttered under her breath, "and yet in this ending is the end—is the seed of time inevitably—inevitably brings..."
To the void with it. She'd have to read the entire library some other inevitable time, it seemed. With a disgruntled sigh, the mage shut the book and made her way over to the entropy section. While the First Enchanter had encouraged her to focus on her storm spells, there was just something about the why of entropy—why it was a necessary school, why there could be no life without death no matter how much magic you had at your disposal—that was simply fascinating. Not so fascinating as to keep her awake this night, of course.
Something flashed out of the corner of her eye, and instinctively she turned towards it, only to catch her breath at the source of the disturbance: templar armor was never inconspicuous, but this particular set all but gleamed in the library's lights. A new suit of armor, then, for a templar newly come to Kinloch Hold. Jenae had spoken to Cullen a few times before, since everything new to the Circle was immediately a curiosity, but there had always been someone else present. And at the moment, they seemed to be the only two in one of Ferelden's largest libraries. Absently, she ran a hand through her hair.
Taking care to move slowly so as not risk startling the poor boy, Jenae made her approach. "Gregoir has you on night time duties, then? I suppose everyone must start somewhere," she remarked wryly, once close enough for conversation. "Hello, Cullen."
It was better to joke and pretend otherwise, when the subject of forever came up within Kinloch Hold.
Rubbing her eyes, Jenae did her best to remain focused on the page in front of her. "Time inevitably brings an end to all things in the material world," she muttered under her breath, "and yet in this ending is the end—is the seed of time inevitably—inevitably brings..."
To the void with it. She'd have to read the entire library some other inevitable time, it seemed. With a disgruntled sigh, the mage shut the book and made her way over to the entropy section. While the First Enchanter had encouraged her to focus on her storm spells, there was just something about the why of entropy—why it was a necessary school, why there could be no life without death no matter how much magic you had at your disposal—that was simply fascinating. Not so fascinating as to keep her awake this night, of course.
Something flashed out of the corner of her eye, and instinctively she turned towards it, only to catch her breath at the source of the disturbance: templar armor was never inconspicuous, but this particular set all but gleamed in the library's lights. A new suit of armor, then, for a templar newly come to Kinloch Hold. Jenae had spoken to Cullen a few times before, since everything new to the Circle was immediately a curiosity, but there had always been someone else present. And at the moment, they seemed to be the only two in one of Ferelden's largest libraries. Absently, she ran a hand through her hair.
Taking care to move slowly so as not risk startling the poor boy, Jenae made her approach. "Gregoir has you on night time duties, then? I suppose everyone must start somewhere," she remarked wryly, once close enough for conversation. "Hello, Cullen."
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