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(( Firstfall 8, Early Afternoon Brecken Grivia ))
It had been a while since Mysaria had been able to walk through the streets of Denerim. Previous visits had mostly been straight to the compound and then out on whatever journey she had to go on next. Aerion had stayed at the compound today, some duty keeping him there, even if he did not like it. Her companion today, Roland, was someone she didn't know very well, but she found him pleasant enough to be around. He gave her some space to enjoy her walk in mostly silence, but stayed close enough that he could head off any trouble that might come her way.
They were both dressed in uniform, and Mysa was wearing a warm cloak to fight off the chill in the air. The market was a delight as always, and she picked up a few small trinkets while there, including a gift for Aerion. It was when she began to move towards the Chantry that her companion interjected himself, "It may not be the wisest course. They could see it as a taunt."
"I'm a child of the Maker, just as they are, but I'll keep my distance so as to not cause any trouble. I just want to see it." She gave him a smile, and kept her word, staying about twenty paces from the gates. It was strange to see it now, especially after her vivid memories of what Maya had done to it all those years ago. She remembered being able to walk in and pray like she was welcome, those days with Arawn and discussing the chant. How life had changed.
She paced slowly to the nearby square, still within site of the Chantry, closer to one of the walls now. This was where she had been found after her trauma, it definitely did not look like it did that day. Buildings had been refurbished, different things like benches and other street decoration had been added. Mysaria was glad she had worked through her fear and anger at what had happened, otherwise she might have had quite a reaction to seeing this place. And maybe she still would have if it looked the same.
She turned from it, and moved towards the wall around the Chantry. She touched the stone, and looked towards where the open gate was once again. She saw a man that stirred a memory in her, and her brows furrowed. He was close to the gate, though not inside it. She took a few steps forward before realizing she was moving, and shook her head. Her memories were always fuzzy, but his face reminded her of her father's?
Instead of getting too close, she called out to him, lifting her hand to get his attention, "Excuse me, may I speak with you?"
An odd way to begin a conversation, and it would be terribly awkward if he had no idea who she planned on asking him about. Still, she was compelled to at least ask.
It had been a while since Mysaria had been able to walk through the streets of Denerim. Previous visits had mostly been straight to the compound and then out on whatever journey she had to go on next. Aerion had stayed at the compound today, some duty keeping him there, even if he did not like it. Her companion today, Roland, was someone she didn't know very well, but she found him pleasant enough to be around. He gave her some space to enjoy her walk in mostly silence, but stayed close enough that he could head off any trouble that might come her way.
They were both dressed in uniform, and Mysa was wearing a warm cloak to fight off the chill in the air. The market was a delight as always, and she picked up a few small trinkets while there, including a gift for Aerion. It was when she began to move towards the Chantry that her companion interjected himself, "It may not be the wisest course. They could see it as a taunt."
"I'm a child of the Maker, just as they are, but I'll keep my distance so as to not cause any trouble. I just want to see it." She gave him a smile, and kept her word, staying about twenty paces from the gates. It was strange to see it now, especially after her vivid memories of what Maya had done to it all those years ago. She remembered being able to walk in and pray like she was welcome, those days with Arawn and discussing the chant. How life had changed.
She paced slowly to the nearby square, still within site of the Chantry, closer to one of the walls now. This was where she had been found after her trauma, it definitely did not look like it did that day. Buildings had been refurbished, different things like benches and other street decoration had been added. Mysaria was glad she had worked through her fear and anger at what had happened, otherwise she might have had quite a reaction to seeing this place. And maybe she still would have if it looked the same.
She turned from it, and moved towards the wall around the Chantry. She touched the stone, and looked towards where the open gate was once again. She saw a man that stirred a memory in her, and her brows furrowed. He was close to the gate, though not inside it. She took a few steps forward before realizing she was moving, and shook her head. Her memories were always fuzzy, but his face reminded her of her father's?
Instead of getting too close, she called out to him, lifting her hand to get his attention, "Excuse me, may I speak with you?"
An odd way to begin a conversation, and it would be terribly awkward if he had no idea who she planned on asking him about. Still, she was compelled to at least ask.
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