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elfhame2015-05-19 12:25 pm
wildwilled) wrote in elfhame2015-05-19 12:25 pm
psl with theneras
When he heard she was in the Kirkwall alienage, Theron decided to disappear again.
He did this every so often, when he couldn't stand civilization. He became very good at vanishing, especially since more people looked for famous swords or famous heraldry when looking for the Hero of Ferelden than anything about the Hero himself. Vigilance was tucked away safely in its namesake keep, though, and Theron used no heraldry but the vallaslin, which all looked the same to most outside the Dalish kindred. So he would wrap up in practical cloth and vanish like the wild thing he always has been, despite flashing armor and high towers shrinking in around him.
When he glimpses her on the street, she seems the same as he--a wild thing trapped in city walls, alone despite an utter deprivation of all solitude. He grew up with Merrill. She was always so very like a shy fawn, and he had always been good with the halla, so perhaps their friendship had been a natural one, the way he could draw her out of the little protective curl she made. In the city, she shrinks even more, as if the world around her crowds her no matter how wide a berth she is given. His heart sinks at the sight. She should not be contained so. Marethari had said she left of her own volition and would not tell him why. What would make her choose this?
In a flash, her eyes spot him. He quickly bows his head, obscuring his face with his hood.
A few nights later, he finds her house in the alienage. It is warm out, so his cloak is slung over one arm, gold hair braided away from the vallaslin, no sign or decoration showing him to have become anyone new since Duncan dragged him away years ago. He hadn't been at his best that day, feeling vaguely unwell but resolute in his right to die of the Blight among people who loved him rather than be abducted and forced into service for a human king. Merrill had been the only one who got a half-proper goodbye out of him. He isn't about to give her an improper hello by showing up hooded and shrouded at her doorstep.
He did this every so often, when he couldn't stand civilization. He became very good at vanishing, especially since more people looked for famous swords or famous heraldry when looking for the Hero of Ferelden than anything about the Hero himself. Vigilance was tucked away safely in its namesake keep, though, and Theron used no heraldry but the vallaslin, which all looked the same to most outside the Dalish kindred. So he would wrap up in practical cloth and vanish like the wild thing he always has been, despite flashing armor and high towers shrinking in around him.
When he glimpses her on the street, she seems the same as he--a wild thing trapped in city walls, alone despite an utter deprivation of all solitude. He grew up with Merrill. She was always so very like a shy fawn, and he had always been good with the halla, so perhaps their friendship had been a natural one, the way he could draw her out of the little protective curl she made. In the city, she shrinks even more, as if the world around her crowds her no matter how wide a berth she is given. His heart sinks at the sight. She should not be contained so. Marethari had said she left of her own volition and would not tell him why. What would make her choose this?
In a flash, her eyes spot him. He quickly bows his head, obscuring his face with his hood.
A few nights later, he finds her house in the alienage. It is warm out, so his cloak is slung over one arm, gold hair braided away from the vallaslin, no sign or decoration showing him to have become anyone new since Duncan dragged him away years ago. He hadn't been at his best that day, feeling vaguely unwell but resolute in his right to die of the Blight among people who loved him rather than be abducted and forced into service for a human king. Merrill had been the only one who got a half-proper goodbye out of him. He isn't about to give her an improper hello by showing up hooded and shrouded at her doorstep.
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It’s not much of an explanation, but it’s the only one she has to offer. Merrill doesn’t understand it either, but she knows that the Keeper fears what the mirror has done, and she fears what has to be done to complete this new one.