He waved the magic away. "Strong enough to survive the Harrowing." And there was a note of — bitterness? — somewhere in his tone.
The Qun was looking more and more likely. The things one heard about the way they treated mages in that society... under the right circumstances, it wouldn't be surprising that she'd never seen magic up close. Yet there was one thing that kept him from being certain in that conclusion.
She was too trusting.
As they exited the forest, the walls of Redcliffe became visible, just over the next couple of hills. Already Sherlock could see people milling about near the entrance.
"Put your hands in your pockets," he advised. Quiet, but firm.
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The Qun was looking more and more likely. The things one heard about the way they treated mages in that society... under the right circumstances, it wouldn't be surprising that she'd never seen magic up close. Yet there was one thing that kept him from being certain in that conclusion.
She was too trusting.
As they exited the forest, the walls of Redcliffe became visible, just over the next couple of hills. Already Sherlock could see people milling about near the entrance.
"Put your hands in your pockets," he advised. Quiet, but firm.