[ It was dangerous- whatever it had been. Students and peers of hers alike fell pray to such spells in the past. Their worth usually measured against the risk and found, in her experience, wanting. Nothing was worth burning oneself down to the very bones. No life worth rending yourself until there was nothing left. More than mana, more than power, it felt as though years had been lost off Galadriel's time. Nothing she can think of would be worth it- but then she was from another world. Perhaps it was as she said, using her own power did not work well in Thedas.
Teaching her to use the Fade would only be responsible. Be reasonable. How to go about it would be difficult but- she would try. If it would see this Bright Lady safe? She would try.
Adelaide honestly could remain as they were, held and leaning and oddly contented despite her exhaustion until morning, but as Galadriel pulled away she made no comment, merely settled back on her heels much like a child would at the foot of their mother. The students could mind themselves for a short while and, truly, she needed time to recover. Standing right now? Would likely not end all that well. On top of the fact that simply being in Galadriel's presence was intensely soothing for her and Compassion both. The closest thing to it she could think of was dreaming and being held by Compassion in the Fade.
But without the risk of demons.
And then those words. 'Read the heart'.
Read the mind.
Blood magic- for a moment she went tense but there was no blood. No taint. No sour songs of demons or their power in this place. They had mended no cuts, whatever it was? Came of Galadriel's world. ]
Tainted and- ah. You met a Grey Warden. [ There were rumors of how it was they were able to fight back the blight. To withstand Darkspawn without becoming tainted themselves. That they carried a bit with them in some manner? Was not so great a surprise. ] They are our best defense against Blights. As there are rumors of a blighted dragon in the service of our enemy it is only right that they remain to help us. But- I cannot see how one would join them as a joke.
Or how it was you were able to read their hearts.
[ It was a tentative thing, as ever, the extension of her hand when not healing. The lightest touch against Galadriel's fingertips. ]
Such a thing is only possible in our world through the work of spirits or blood magic- more often the latter than the former. But I do not think you to be a maleficar...
[ Age of-
What? ]
...This may be. Terribly impolite and if it is out of turn you may ignore the question and I shall leave you be but- how. How old are you that you recall the entirety of an age? Are they less in your world than they are here?
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[ It was dangerous- whatever it had been. Students and peers of hers alike fell pray to such spells in the past. Their worth usually measured against the risk and found, in her experience, wanting. Nothing was worth burning oneself down to the very bones. No life worth rending yourself until there was nothing left. More than mana, more than power, it felt as though years had been lost off Galadriel's time. Nothing she can think of would be worth it- but then she was from another world. Perhaps it was as she said, using her own power did not work well in Thedas.
Teaching her to use the Fade would only be responsible. Be reasonable. How to go about it would be difficult but- she would try. If it would see this Bright Lady safe? She would try.
Adelaide honestly could remain as they were, held and leaning and oddly contented despite her exhaustion until morning, but as Galadriel pulled away she made no comment, merely settled back on her heels much like a child would at the foot of their mother. The students could mind themselves for a short while and, truly, she needed time to recover. Standing right now? Would likely not end all that well. On top of the fact that simply being in Galadriel's presence was intensely soothing for her and Compassion both. The closest thing to it she could think of was dreaming and being held by Compassion in the Fade.
But without the risk of demons.
And then those words. 'Read the heart'.
Read the mind.
Blood magic- for a moment she went tense but there was no blood. No taint. No sour songs of demons or their power in this place. They had mended no cuts, whatever it was? Came of Galadriel's world. ]
Tainted and- ah. You met a Grey Warden. [ There were rumors of how it was they were able to fight back the blight. To withstand Darkspawn without becoming tainted themselves. That they carried a bit with them in some manner? Was not so great a surprise. ] They are our best defense against Blights. As there are rumors of a blighted dragon in the service of our enemy it is only right that they remain to help us. But- I cannot see how one would join them as a joke.
Or how it was you were able to read their hearts.
[ It was a tentative thing, as ever, the extension of her hand when not healing. The lightest touch against Galadriel's fingertips. ]
Such a thing is only possible in our world through the work of spirits or blood magic- more often the latter than the former. But I do not think you to be a maleficar...
[ Age of-
What? ]
...This may be. Terribly impolite and if it is out of turn you may ignore the question and I shall leave you be but- how. How old are you that you recall the entirety of an age? Are they less in your world than they are here?