[ look, her name is perfectly normal where she comes from, and it's really rude to comment on another person's name like that—
oh.
as soon as he settles next to her, ness begins to make space for him, closing up her books and stacking them and pulling them out of his way. ]
Pleasure to meet you, goodsir Doctor, [ as she caps her inkwell and sets it neatly next to her notebook. desk tidied, she looks to stephen with genuine interest, and the sort of giddiness that comes of unexpected familiarity. ] It seems we have similar backgrounds, then. Candlekeep isn't a monastery itself, but there are temples there—it's devoted primarily to Oghma, our god of knowledge, you'd be hard-pressed to find any Avowed who doesn't at least light a candle for him. The library is... amazing, truly. Not just the important things, arcane scrolls or great histories, but recipes, journals of the common folk, elementary primers. I could live there my whole life and not even scratch the surface of what it contains.
[ the wistful yearning for home aches in her, but it's an ache she's already resigned herself to—she left candlekeep before she ever made it to thedas, after all. ness allows herself only one moment to sigh and feel sorry for herself before she refocuses, turning herself back to stephen. ]
no subject
[ look, her name is perfectly normal where she comes from, and it's really rude to comment on another person's name like that—
oh.
as soon as he settles next to her, ness begins to make space for him, closing up her books and stacking them and pulling them out of his way. ]
Pleasure to meet you, goodsir Doctor, [ as she caps her inkwell and sets it neatly next to her notebook. desk tidied, she looks to stephen with genuine interest, and the sort of giddiness that comes of unexpected familiarity. ] It seems we have similar backgrounds, then. Candlekeep isn't a monastery itself, but there are temples there—it's devoted primarily to Oghma, our god of knowledge, you'd be hard-pressed to find any Avowed who doesn't at least light a candle for him. The library is... amazing, truly. Not just the important things, arcane scrolls or great histories, but recipes, journals of the common folk, elementary primers. I could live there my whole life and not even scratch the surface of what it contains.
[ the wistful yearning for home aches in her, but it's an ache she's already resigned herself to—she left candlekeep before she ever made it to thedas, after all. ness allows herself only one moment to sigh and feel sorry for herself before she refocuses, turning herself back to stephen. ]
You are a wizard?