I'm right here you slack-jawed oafs!

Velanna. Formerly of the Dalish. Current bookstore clerk. Part of the City of Chains AU Roleplay.

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Meditations upon the Elgarlin [Velanna & Merrill]

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  It was good to see that Velanna was taking the education so seriously and that she was so eager to try the next portion of the new magic that had taken Merrill literally months to discover on her own with the old passages of her books.  She always knew that with a good teacher you could definitely learn things faster.  So, when Velanna’s markings started to glow lightly, she was impressed even though that light quickly faded.

“It looks like you made the connection and then lost concentration, or perhaps you weren’t sure about one link in your mind.  Just know and be certain about your heritage.  You’ll feel it inside you.  Your blood will almost feel alive, your vision will redden, and your markings will tingle almost to the point of itching.  Then, you should be able to use your magic without the use of lyrium.”

For a first attempt, Velanna had done very well, but to truly learn to manipulate the magic was inevitably going to take time and practice as most magic did.  “I’m not expecting much, but you will get better.  The fact that I saw your markings turn color was amazing for a first go.  Try again, but don’t be disappointed if you can’t actually do anything yet.  It took me months.”  An encouraging smile was plastered on her lips as she urged her to try again, or keep trying as the case might be.

“If you need a break, there are more berries and tea to replenish your energy as well.”  She blurted out as an afterthought even though they had just taken a short break an hour or so before.

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Velanna sighed in slight frustration. The fact that her friend had been impressed with her didn't help that. She was used to being an incredibly quick study. Anytime she couldn't have something practically mastered after the first attempt she found herself feeling frustrated. She didn't want to seem ungrateful to her friend however, so she took a deep breath and smiled. 

"I will give it another try, lethallan." she said, dipping her head at Merrill. Taking another deep breath, Velanna closed her eyes and once again tried to focus on her heritage. She went through the history of the clan she had been raised in, taking extra time to ensure that she had all of the details correct. It took a few moments, but finally, she thought she had gotten it right.

Sure enough, her markings began to tingle, just as Merrill had said they would. She scrunched her nose slightly at the sensation but made sure to maintain her focus. Slowly she opened her eyes and turned them upon the other elf.

"I think I may be doing it, lethallan." she whispered softly. A small smile crossed her lips.

Holding the mental chain together was far more taxing than Velanna had thought it would be. It wasn't more than a minute before she had to let it go. She slumped slightly as the magic fled and she gave her companion a soft grin.

"I think I may need to take you up on that offer for a break, lethallan. Such magic requires more energy than I thought it would."

[bearwich]

♔ Smooth Moves :: Velanna

[bearwich]

  Garrett shot wide eyes at Velanna when she asked what their next step was. “Wh—I’m improvising!” he hissed, though he held up a flat hand and ducked behind the stony body he’d locked before him.

First thing was first. They could allow the leader of the search party to neither flee nor call for backup.

So much for his shield.

Hawke thrust the male Knight’s form forward. He heard a shot whiz past him, but focused instead on the feel of humid air against his hand, made easier by having set it in some putrid puddle a moment earlier, and in less time than it took his heart to complete a beat, drew lightning up from his grounded feet, across his shoulders and out through his fingertips.

It hit the stone-entombed figure and—based on the half-screamed curse from the other side—successfully jumped to their officer, zapping her and (hopefully) forcing enough current through her phone and radio to fuck them up for at least a little while.

Garrett turned toward Velanna and gave her a hefty shrug.

"Got any other ideas?"

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Velanna watched in minor horror as Garrett pushed away his human shield. Her sentiments only grew stronger as a bullet whizzed by him. This was getting far too close for comfort. The elf resolved that she would not be giving up her templar-shield. 

As Garrett started channeling his power into something conceivable, Velanna began gathering some force of her own. She didn't quite yet know what she was going to do with it, but she figured better safe than sorry. Her lips quirked into a little smile of approval as she watched Garrett shock the lead templar. It was a nice move. 

She grinned fiercely when he turned to her and asked for an idea. One had come to her as she watched him fry the last templar. "Hope it works!" she exclaimed as she stomped her left foot down and forced all of her stored up energy into the ground. It shot across the alley and erupted beneath the leader's feet in a second burst of thorned vines. Velanna had made sure to make this batch extra nasty. The thorns were each the length of one of Garrett's fingers. The templar screamed in pain as they crept around her body and sunk their thorns into her padding and flesh. She made sure that whenever the other woman struggled the vines would respond in kind by tightening even further.

The officer would definitely be incapacitated for a while. It seemed like now would be a good time to cut and run. She turned to Garrett and raised an eyebrow. 

"Should we get out of here while we have the chance?"

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♔ Smooth Moves :: Velanna

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"Bullshit," spat the knight in charge, refusing to lower her gun as she stared down the alley at them. "That was the worst impression I’ve ever heard of anything. What was that even supposed to be?"

Garrett was having a difficult time not laughing, both at the ridiculousness of her impersonation and the futility of the absurd yet still quite dangerous situation they’d landed in together by happenstance.

Hawke’s lips parted as he prepared to speak, though he had no idea what was about to tumble out of his mouth. Just as his voicebox fired up and the grip of his hand on Velanna’s waist tightened, one of the other knights interjected:

"No, that’s her real voice."

"What?" asked their leader flatly, looking at her cohort with an unimpressed expression.

The second woman—taller, noodlier and less commanding in air—shrugged. “No, I’ve definitely seen her skulking around Darktown before.”

"Yeah," chimed in the the third, a male who appeared to be the oldest of the three, and sounded exhausted. "Yeah, no. I’ve seen her too."

"You are both idiots. She is not a prostitute. She’s not even dressed the part."

"I think I might have bought her once, actually," insisted the male.

"I hope you washed, after. She always stinks when I walk past her."

"Okay, enough!" barked the head of the trio, voice sharp and echoing in the alley. "Even if she is a hooker, no one blatantly tells a trio of law officials they’re in the midst of criminal activity unless they have something worse to hide. That man might be buying a whore now, but he was at that truck. I’m sure of it." The templars seemed to refocus at these words and the two who had lowered their guns some lifted them again. "Get on the ground, faces on the ‘crete, hands folded on the backs of your heads!"

Garrett glanced at Velanna, and gave a slow shrug. He knelt down, tugging her with him, and whispered, “We let them come close. Any qualms about keeping them from ever leaving this alley?” Amber eyes flicked to find those of the blonde beside him as he eased his muscular form against the damp, disgusting grit of the alley ground, a putrid puddle of he-didn’t-want-to-know-what immediately soaking the left shoulder of his shirt but fortunately missing his face by an inch.

He folded his hands against the back of his neck as instructed, and listened to the crunch of boots on glass-strewn asphalt draw nearer.

"Man can’t even get off for coin properly in this city!" he barked.

"Shut up, you," snorted the weary male knight as he, apparently by order of being outranked, was tasked with crouching and patting Garrett down, an activity made awkward by the alley’s narrowness and Garrett’s breadth, forcing the man to crouch with a foot on either side of Hawke’s head. To his right, the taller woman began to do the same to Velanna. Hawke had been hoping for the leader to be in nearest proximity, but the bloke would have to do. The moment the man was focused on his clothes, Garrett swung his clasped hands up over his head and slammed them into the concrete in front of them. the tremor jutted the ground up beneath the lead Knight, sending her staggering backward. Rather than allow the man above him to fall over his back, Garrett grabbed him by the ankles, stone immediately forming on him like ice on the sides of a ship in cold seas,fusing him in place from toe to head

Two hopes flicked through the Fereldan’s mind:

That he was quick enough with his spell and his body to hop up and use the guy a shield against the gunfire of his undoubtedly pissed superior officer.

That Velanna was dealing with the other Knight well, and he hadn’t somehow screwed her over with his own actions.

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Panic shot through Velanna when the lead Knight called her bluff. She should have known better than to try to impersonate a streetwalker. Even seeing women like that every day, the elf's knew that her acting skills were sub par at best. A thin eyebrow went up when the other two Knights began to vouch for her. What sort of trickery was this now? Judging by the look of them, the two were both exhausted and not in the mood to conduct an involved investigation. It seemed that this might be their lucky night.

...Or not. Velanna's heart fell when the lead Knight insisted on searching them despite the appeals of her comrades. Her alarm increased as Garrett knelt and pulled her along with him. How could this mountain of a man be surrendering to templars??? Didn't he know what they would do to them if they realized who they truly were???

The words Garrett whispered as they approached the ground were so soft that the elf barely heard them, but once she did, a small smile crept onto her lips. "Not at all." She had never had a problem with dispatching irritating, somewhat dangerous shemlen in the past. With an uncomfortable sigh, Velanna laid down on the wet ground beside Garrett and waited for the right moment to strike.

She kept a careful eye on Garrett with her peripheral vision. As soon as she saw his hands go up, Velanna began to take action of her own. Her movement wasn't quite as dramatic as Garrett's, but just as effective. The elf laid her palms flat against the ground and channeled energy through them, forcing huge thorned vines to erupt forth and encircle the female Knight's legs and torso. The woman cried out in pain as the thorns bit into her skin and Velanna took the opportunity to wriggle out from under her and regain her footing.

Following Garrett's lead, the elf used her imprisoned templar as a shield against the volley of bullets she now expected to come from the leader any second. Looking over, Velanna hissed to her companion: "Well, what now?!"

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♔ Smooth Moves :: Velanna

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  Garrett had just been musing about his propensity for running into acquaintances while hiding from Templar raids in alleyways when Velanna showed up, briefly blinding him with the flare of a flashlight in his eyes, then yanking at his arm. It would have done little, but she seemed to insist, so he braced his right palm against the rust-roughened side of the dumpster and levered himself up at her behest.

"Wait!" he hissed, his response beyond slow due to his residual, irritatingly lingering inebriation. "Maybe we should—"

"Stop!" said voices at the end of the alley. Garrett saw his shadow stretch out in front of him as light hit his back, and his eyes, still blinking blindspots from her flashlight away, turned to the Dalish elf at his side.

Fuuuuuuck, he mouthed at her, eyes only getting wider. He shifted to block view of her from the Templars before calling over his shoulder. “Sorry, is there a problem, officers?” he glanced as briefly over his shoulder as he could to make it look as though he needed to see them in order to know they were knights without giving them a good look at his face. “Er, Sers?”

"Turn around, face us, hands out, palms down," called the disgrunteld voice of the knight who seemed to be spokesperson for the trio. She did not sound to be in a patient mood.

"Mm, but we were kind of in the middle of something," he said.

"Now, or we shoot."

He awkwarly turned around, and as he did, he slid an arm around Velanna’s waist, tugging her in close against his side and clearing his throat as he half-rotated to face them, muttering a, “sorry, I don’t know what else to try,” under his breath with the tiniest of shrugs to his companion before looking toward the knights.

"Just trying to get a quiet moment with my girl, here," he said.

"Bullshit," said the lead knight, her nose curled up. "We know you were at the truck. We saw you."

Garrett gave his most clueless shrug. “Truck?” he called before muttering, “What are our odds?” to Velanna out of the corner of his mouth as the knights exchanged unimpressed looks.

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Velanna sucked in a deep breath and attempted to get a grip on the panic that was starting to rise up in her throat. As far as she could tell they were immeasurably screwed on this one. The knights were definitely not buying Garrett's romance ruse and their other options were severely limited. If they ran, they would get shot and at this range the knights were unlikely to miss even in the dark. If they fought back they would expose themselves as mages. Damned if they did, damned if they didn't.

"Not good." She whispered in response to Garrett's question about their odds. "Terrible, actually. But let's try to keep this romance going, shall we?" The elf knew that it was an extremely long shot but it was the best of an awful situation so she decided to give it a shot. 

Adopting her best Alienage accent, Velanna turned to the templars and called out "Now see 'ere officers! This bloke 'as been wid me all night, so he ain't been to no truck. Man like this don't waste good coin once it's already been paid! No why don't you all go hunt some abominations or whatever it is you do and leave us hardworkin' citizens be!"

She might have laid it on a little thick, but she figured the more stereotypical she was the more the shemlen would believe her. The order was notorious for racism. Granted, being arrested for prostitution wasn't exactly the highest on her priority list, but it was better than being dragged into the Circle...or worse. She waited in terrified silence for a response from the knights and prayed that Garrett would be smart enough to keep his mouth shut and go with it.

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There's Glitter in Your Hair || [Velanna & Feynriel]

Feynriel was excited – and distracted, which was never good for tips – but definitely  excited.  The club was in full swing at this hour, and after a turn on the stage, he got clearance to take his second break and went back to the locker room to freshen up, eat a granola bar he had tucked in his bag, and text Velanna.

He had met the Dalish scholar not quite a week ago, when she had nearly attacked him atop a roof in the Alienage.  Strange way to make a friend, perhaps, but Feynriel was glad for it.  And he was going to take her advice soon, too, and try to speak to his mother again.  Tonight, though, there was something more relaxing planned.

Relatively speaking.

Heya  :)  I think your shift ends about when mine does – want to meet me at the Rose on the way back to LT?

The Rose was fairly close one of the better-traveled Lowtown elevators, and it would be on Velanna’s way from the book shop.

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Velanna's ears perked slightly when she heard the quiet ding of her phone from her pocket. She was somewhat surprised that anyone was texting her, especially at night. Usually the only one who sent her messages was Merrill, and the elf assumed that her friend would be sitting in front of her mirror by now, contemplating its mysteries. 

Looking around for any sign of Jeremiah, Velanna slipped behind a bookshelf and slid her phone out of her pocket. A small smile crossed her face when she read the message. She hadn't expected to encounter Feynriel again so soon after their last encounter, but she was more than glad to hear from him. Meeting him at the Rose once her shift ended would be easy enough. It wasn't too far out of the way from her normal route home and it was fairly close to one of the elevators.

The elf checked to be sure that the coast was clear once more before typing a quick reply. 

Sounds like a plan.I'll meet you there.See you soon :)

The rest of Velanna's shift crawled by at a snail's pace. Even though it was only a walk home with him, she was looking forward to seeing her new acquaintance. She had found him to be genuinely interesting and he seemed like a kind person at heart. Creators knew, she could use another friend and it seemed like he could probably use one too.

At last, Jeremiah reluctantly let her go for the night. Velanna gathered her things from the back and hustled out the door before her monster of a manager could think of an excuse to keep her. The elf made her way through Hightown on the same path that she usually took for a few blocks until she came to a four way stop. She swung a left instead of her usual right, and within minutes found herself in sight of the Rose. 

A flash of hesitation hit her when she realized that she would actually have to go into the strip club. Velanna wasn't a prude per se, but she had never been to a strip club before and the thought of it honestly made her uncomfortable. But despite her discomfort, it would hurt her pride too much to ask Feynriel to come outside, so she took a deep breath and pushed her way inside.

Her senses were assaulted as soon as she entered. The club was dark but ever three seconds or so one of the lights from the stage would flash directly into her eyes. The whole place smelled like smoke and liquor, and the music was a bit loud for her sensitive hearing. Grimacing slightly, Velanna tapped the hulking man beside the door on the shoulder. He turned and raised an eyebrow.

"Might you be able to tell me where I can find Feynriel?"

The man just grunted and pointed towards the back of the club. Rolling her eyes at the uselessness of the bouncer, Velanna proceeded in the direction he had indicated.

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Quality Time [Velanna & Morrigan]

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How was it that Morrigan had gone years without running into a single other apostate mage who treated her mindset and ideas with anything other than fear or dismissal, only to suddenly meet a small handful of them within the space of a year in one of the most tightly locked-down cities in the Chantry’s dominion?  She shook her head slightly in wry, inward amusement.  Strange as it was, she could hardly make complaint.

“That is the general idea, yes,” she murmured in response to Velanna’s assessment.  “Although in truth, to me that power lies far more in the potentially novel functions such a melding could confer, than in the brute-force efforts that would also be possible.”

She smirked at the question that followed, head tilting in the suggestion of a shrug.  “Somewhat.  The project was conceived well before I met any other like-minded ones of our kind with which to share it, but I have lately begun to collaborate with the one who is the linchpin of the resources I to which I referred.  There is a growing network, centered at the free clinic in Darktown.  Do you know of it?”

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Velanna's interest was piqued by Morrigan's mention of 'novel functions' but she decided to not push the issue. This didn't seem like the time or the place for such questions. But she made sure to file it away for future investigation. 

The elf smiled slightly at the mention of the clinic in Darktown and nodded. "I do in fact know of it. I went there when I was ill with that nasty flu virus that was running around the Alienage. The man who runs it was very helpful to me."

Velanna thought about the witch's words for a moment and a realization dawned on her. If Anders was the linchpin of the network Morrigan was describing he must have been trying to incorporate her into it by asking her to teach there. It seemed that the healer had been looking to add her to his list of resources. Typical shemlen. Although she wasn't sure how to feel about that, she had to wonder at the odds that she would meet more than one organizer of what she now had to assume was a mage network. 

Leaning back into her chair, Velanna folded her arms and looked at Morrigan with an eyebrow slightly raised. "In fact, he asked me to share my knowledge with the others who frequent the clinic. I didn't realize at the time that I was being recruited into some kind of resource network, I just thought that it would be one favor in return for another. And now here you are, apparently another piece of that selfsame puzzle. What a small world this supposedly large city has become."

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♔ Smooth Moves :: Velanna

Garrett was drunk, ass down in a puddle of what fortunately didn’t smell like urine in a back alley a stone’s throw from the Hanged Man. Somehow, a bar stranger’s request that he help move some furniture in the dead of night hadn’t rung as odd, and in the midst of passing a large crate from the back of a truck into his abrupt employer’s waiting hands, a raid had come down upon them.

Lyrium, most likely. In the crates. Smooth, Hawke.

Running and hiding from the Templars had always been complicated. But as the day on which he would leave for the Deep Roads Expedition drew near, Hawke’s anxiety over the matter had doubled. The last thing he needed was either to lose the opportunity by being some combination of incarcerated, tranquil and dead, or to leave for the expedition with his family in even greater danger than his absene already would by inviting above-average Templar attention.

Of course, the likelihood that his identity would be traced to those of Bethany and Carver were slim as the Knights had no idea who he was.

Yet.

But he wasn’t exactly an inconspicuous fellow, and there was always the possibility that they could find out who he was after the fact without ever needing to take a gander inside his wallet.

He’d attempted to slip the Knights without being seen, but they’d noticed the silhouette, at least, of an enormous man lumbering into the dark, and he could hear them drawing nearer. And the closer they came, the more his options ran out.

Maker, it would have been convenient to be able to turn into say, a dragon, and fly away just then.

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Velanna cursed softly to herself as she made her way through the back alleys of Lowtown towards her hovel. She had been studying a new text she had found on herbal chemistry at the university and she had lost track of time. Before she knew it the sun had set and the streetlights (the few of them that worked in Lowtown) had turned on. Anymore, the elf relied on the back way of getting home since the gangs had taken to striking at those who walked in the open. Someone should really do something about them...

She was shaken out of her musings by what she could only name as quiet groans. Looking around her eyes fell upon the silhouette of a hulking man sitting in a puddle. Normally it would be Velanna's first instinct to run at the sight of any large shemlen in a back alley, but there was something familiar about the shape in front of her. Despite any form of better judgement, she carefully walked over to the man, pulling out the large flashlight she kept on hand and clicking it on. She flashed it in his direction and shook her head, a slight smile finding its way onto her lips. It was none other than Garrett Hawke, her one time rescuer. She knew that she had recognized that bulky shape. 

Grimacing slightly at the dirt and wetness of the ground, Velanna knelt next to him. "Good to see you again, Garrett. I must say though, you've looked better."

Looking at him more closely made her realize how true that statement was. He was drunk, that much was obvious but there was also a look of real panic in his eyes. She was about to ask him what was wrong when she heard the thump of boots approaching. Given Garrett's panic, those boots could mean only one thing. Templars.

"Shit!" Velanna whispered. "Shit! Garrett! Garrett come on! You have to get up, we have to go!" The elf grabbed a huge arm and began tugging. It was hard work given the size difference, but finally she was able to get him up. Unfortunately, it seemed that their time was running out. Velanna could make out the shadows of the templars at the mouth of the alley. There was no way they'd have enough time to run with the state Garrett was in. 

"Shit!"

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Meditations upon the Elgarlin [Velanna & Merrill]

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“I know that teaching me that will not be as easy as you might think, but I would be willing to learn and to try.  Perhaps you have a better way of teaching it that those that tried and gave up did from Sabrae clan.”  She smiled at the woman sitting across from her recuperating from their last endeavor.

“Yes, the links are from clan as that is where the Vallaslin magic comes from the blood of the clan mixed with the ink.  So, as long as you are aware of the clan from whence you obtained your markings, you will be able to access the next step.  It may not be easy.”  She warned.

When she nodded again to continue, Merrill let herself fall into some sort of trance-like state.  “Every time I have attempted to connect with the energy of the Vallaslin, I have had to draw the connection within the blood line.  At first, it was a very slow process and often times there are no signs to let you know that you’ve done anything correctly aside from the markings on your face glowing or changing into a brighter color, which unless you’re looking into a mirror is very hard to tell.”

Inhaling deeply a few times she concentrated on her own clan’s lineage.  It didn’t take her long to connect the links as she had had much practice with this technique over the several months she had been attempting to learn it.  As she connected the last few, the markings upon her face glowed softly into life, a vibrant red light.  The lids of her eyes opened to reveal her eyes had been doused red in turn.

“Once you’ve joined the links, you’ll be able to use some of your magic that you’ve always had to have lyrium for without it.  I have found it to be very useful in some cases, but the changes to us are not subtle.  Using it in front of other people is haphazard at the best of times.”  She let the connections drop and returned to her previous state, though a few red flecks caught in her otherwise hazel eyes for a few moments before fading away entirely.

“This might take some time, but go ahead and see what you can do.  It took me months, but I was teaching myself and learning knowledge that I didn’t know existed previously for myself.”

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"Do not worry, lethallan. I'm sure I can find a way to help you learn." Velanna said with a soft smile. The time the two had spent together had given her an insight into how Merrill's mind worked. She was sure that she could find a way to help her friend learn the secrets of creation magic.

She watched intently as Merrill demonstrated how the Vallaslin magic worked. At first it seemed like nothing was happening, but then slowly the lines on Merrill's face began to glow bright red. Velanna gasped slightly as her friend's eyes opened to reveal bright red irises. The effect was somewhat unnerving, but she could also feel the power radiating off of the other elf. She was impressed.

Once Merrill had released the power and returned mostly to normal, it was Velanna's turn to try. She gave Merrill a small nod to acknowledge that she had heard her, then closed her eyes and focused on connecting the links of her former clan. It took her several moments to remember every link, but finally she was able to bring them all to mind. Then she wove them together as best she could, taking care to connect them in just the right order.

After holding the connection for a moment, she carefully opened her eyes, making sure to not break her focus. "Is anything happening?"

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Quality Time [Velanna & Morrigan]

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A slow, subtle smile tugged at Morrigan’s lips at the question, or rather, the observation at the end of it.  Yes, she had a few changes to make, and the number was only increasing.  Her network was expanding, the reach of her ears in particular growing far and more importantly, deep.  The research was slow, but she had high hopes for some of the new online communities she was cultivating, that they might provide further resources, whether intentionally or incidentally.

“Kirkwall itself?  Not as such – I am here because I found a position that met my needs at the time, rather than any great inherent interest in the city.  However, ‘tis proving to be a far better choice than its reputation would typically indicate.”  The City of Chains was something of a paradox in that despite its highly-repressive environment – or more accurately, because of it – a great many opportunities of the more clandestine variety existed where they would not have otherwise.

“I’ve a project of a technical nature, primarily, that I believe will have a sizeable impact if it is successful.  When it is successful.”  She did not want to discuss the rather involved particulars in a public place with someone she barely knew, for all she liked Velanna far more than most, already, but her voice dropped to a level that would not carry any farther than their pair of chairs and she added a slight elaboration.  “It has to do with a… harmonization, of magic and technology.  Since joining the modern world, I have been perpetually amazed that the two are considered to be so separate from one another.”

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Velanna's eyebrows shot up at Morrigan's words. Granted, she didn't think that technology and magic necessarily had to be as separated as people considered them to be, but this...even if it was possible, it seemed like a huge undertaking. She couldn't even fathom trying to do such a thing. But then again, she also didn't have the same level of technological understanding that Morrigan did. Her shock was slowly turning to interest the more she thought about it.

"My, that sounds like quite the project." she said, being careful to keep her voice as low as her companion's had been. "I may not know much about technology, but I know plenty about magic. If you could manage to create such a..harmonization, as you put it, you would be creating a system of immeasurable power. I have to say, I'm more than a little interested."

She sat back in her chair and quietly contemplated the other woman as she absorbed her words. She had known that Morrigan was more than what met the eye just from their first encounter, but this was definitely beyond what she had been expecting. It seemed that her new acquaintance was building quite the power base, she would have to be in order to create such a union between technology and magic. That brought her attention back to the reason they had arranged this meeting, aside from their mutual liking of each other.

"Does this project of yours have anything to do with the resources you mentioned to me when we first met?"

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History of the Dales, second edition