"Andy Warhol was overrated."
Yes, I’ve heard that the first five times you’ve said it, to, but,by Andraste’s flaming sword, I know nothing of this Andy Warhol, what do youexpect me to say? Clearly, thatwas not a good start, and Seren ponders, momentarily, whether she shouldattribute the fact that, for once, she wasn’t doing her thinking out loud andin the open to a miracle. Only that miracles didn’t exist, not here. Not onthis blighted land where no one even knew who Andraste was. So, to make surethat she didn’t end up blurting out anything stupid, Seren decided to occupyher time with something else: reciting parts of the Chant of Light in her mind.Ironic as that was – Deshanna would have probably skinned her alive if she knewthat her first was a closet Andrastian.
TheOld Gods will call to you,From their ancient prisons they will sing.Dragons with wicked eyes and wicked hearts,On blacken’d wings does deceit take flight,The first of My children, lost to night.
“Don’t you think so?”
The Dissonant verse wasinterrupted by the other woman’s insistence: she was adamant about receivingSeren’s response just as she was about not giving it, but, with a straight upquestion, there was no way to avoid it. Instead, she drew her time, forcingherself to wait before she spoke, so that she wouldn’t bite with her words asmuch as she felt the need to at that given point. One more verse, just one…
Magicexists to serve man, and never to rule over him.Foul and corrupt are theyWho have taken His giftAnd turned it against His children.They shall be named Maleficar, accursed ones.They shall find no rest in this worldOr Beyond.
“No. I don’tknow. I’d have to know the man at all to have any kind of opinion on thematter. But then again… one would think that, if someone is truly overrated,others would certainly know of himor her, no?”
























