it had been three months since she had stood in front of the mirror. three months since she had last touched it. thira had forced herself to stop coming to this room and for so long, so very long, she had resisted. but she stood here in the old storage room and stared up at the eluvian, eyes tracing over the rippled surface that threw back a distorted image of nothing; perhaps that was why it was so unsettling. the mirror reflected nothing of the room behind her and she knew it. but something had woken her from her sleep ( and how little of that she got these days, plagued by nightmares, plagued by dreams in which she felt as if she were watched. ) and drawn her down here.
hot tears threatened for a moment, tears that she could not seem to stop any time they started, but she drew in a sharp breath now and then laid her hand on the surface, watching it ripple slightly before she was reaching out with her power. from time to time, she made attempts to activate it and return to the place that morrigan had named the crossroads. something about the area haunted her, though whether it was from a forgotten racial memory or something else remained unclear even to her. but this time, this time her magic seemed to work and she watched as the surface became that swirling morass of energy. a moment of hesitation was all that she allowed herself before she stepped through, leaving skyhold behind.
the silence of the place was overwhelmingly peaceful as she stepped into it, leaving her to breathe deeply of the strange aromas before studying the misty surroundings. yet something prickled up the back of her spine and she flexed her hand suddenly, lightning crackling against her skin. would her magic even work in this place? just because she could draw upon it didn’t mean it would work as promised. so instead her pale head turned from side to side, gaze tracking along the mist-shrouded architecture.
