bijoudefer - somebody's gonna lose, it ain't gonna be me
Ambassador Montilyet had wisely moved the mage events far from Skyhold's grounds. That way no skitterish nobles would be looking for blood magic out of the corner of their eyes, and there was room to work spells without catching anything on fire.
Solas stood with his arms drawn behind him, his eyes tracing the length of the field. He saw Vivienne standing before the scoreboard, standing with her chin in her hand, undoubtedly sizing up the competition.
"So, are we to be competing, Enchanter Vivienne?" It was not truly a question, even if his voice lilted at the end of his sentence. "I did not think you would risk losing to an apostate mage."












