[The weight of the world lifts off of Solas, for but a moment, and he steps away from her as though she has burned him. She wonders, to her own horror, if perhaps she has and lowers her hand with a slow, and interrupted motion.
She resolves not to touch him again and her expression holds some nameless quality of apology within it.]
It shall. [Her agreement is ready and without caveat. She gestures on and begins walking once more though her pace is somewhat slowed.]
During my time here I have often asked of artisans, of mages and of elves, just how their creations are formed and I wonder if you, being all three, might avail me.
Do you pour your...[She hesitates to use the word because it is a poor substitute, but it is also the parlance of these lands.] Magic into the works you create? Does a piece of you remain within them, guiding their existence?
Oh shit he backed up, is it me? Quick topic shift!
She resolves not to touch him again and her expression holds some nameless quality of apology within it.]
It shall. [Her agreement is ready and without caveat. She gestures on and begins walking once more though her pace is somewhat slowed.]
During my time here I have often asked of artisans, of mages and of elves, just how their creations are formed and I wonder if you, being all three, might avail me.
Do you pour your...[She hesitates to use the word because it is a poor substitute, but it is also the parlance of these lands.] Magic into the works you create? Does a piece of you remain within them, guiding their existence?