trans_9 | I'm Burning Low, So Revive Me

Namira had sequestered herself off in a sensorium for this exercise. With her magic acting up at best, and being entirely unreliable at worst, she had decided to handle it the best way she could. Unfortunately, she didn't see how destroying a section of the city in a huge column of flame would help anyone with anything, and people would be terribly cross if she had landed it on someone's property.

Not that there seemed to be a whole lot of claim-staking going on, but you never knew.

Beside her, Hakkar lolled his tongue from his mouth comically, his tail going at a million stubby miles an hour. Whatever his mistress was doing, it made him happy. Especially since she kept absently summoning darkspawn for Hakkar to tear to pieces. Like a good dog!

Namira pushed her hands up her arms, as rolling up the sleeves of the plantsuit was fairly impossible, and straightened her shoulders, thumping her staff in the ground. "Alright, I think we'll start light, Hakkar, until Alistair appears or someone interrupts." Namira nodded to herself and reached inside her bag of components, opening her mind to the weak stirrings of the Fade her.

A large, hurlock alpha roared from the other side of the Ferelden field she'd conjured. "Sic!" Namira commanded and started casting the spell for Stone Fist. Hakkar growled and barked, racing towards the large creature. Three sneaky little genlocks ignored the mabari hound and chased straight for the mage.

It was taking her too long; she'd never finish the spell for the Alpha in time for her to defend against the genlocks.

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"I'd be happy to," Namira assured him. "Though, as impressive as it might've seemed, I'm afraid there's something... not right about it." And that would be a liability. Namira frowned just slightly as she was momentarily wrapped up in her own thoughts. "But, if you're over the desire, I'd be happy to have a drink with you and discuss?"

"Absolutely," he said. "I can never get enough knowledge about things I don't understand."

"Now the question is, do you want real alcohol or whatever the sensoriums can fool us into having?" So really the question was, did she want to stay drunk later or have it fade away as soon as they left the room.

She laughed, "Whatever pleases you best, though it's been a while since I've had a proper drink." Castle Cousland didn't have much in the way of supplies, unless one counted the abundance of books in the family library.

Namira stood up and dusted off her plantsuit.

"A proper bar it is, then!" Luis seemed pleased by the choice. "It's a bit of a walk down to the City from here, but it's worth it for actual liquid actual alcohol in your belly, right?"

"Oh yes," Namira agreed emphatically. "We didn't often get it in the circle , of course. Drunk mages tend to throw off their clothing and have orgies on the top of the tower, much to the poor templars' discontent." She could've been kidding, but Namira sounded so blithe about it that could've been quite true.

Ferelden vanished, and with it, so did all the muck and gore on Hakkar, save for his kaddis. "I'm quite ready when you are."

A pause. "My goodness. Remind me to visit your mage tower sometime," he said, sounding impressed.

He led the way down towards the Drunken Dragon in the City. "I wish I could say that university was quite that interesting, but I think that was only in my social circles..."

Always reminded of Zevran, with Luis. Namira laughed and hoped that the alcohol wouldn't exacerbate her already ditzy-headed feeling. "Well, we were going to be locked there our entire lives. I imagine we had to do something to stave off boredom."

Of course, there was always escaping, but Namira had managed to get out just in the nick, as it were.

"I guess I can understand that. I know not many people find as much entertainment in books and experiments as I do," he said, shrugging his shoulders as they walked. "I sometimes think I am blessed with this attention span... but then I spend three weeks staring at a tank of slugs, and I begin to wonder about that."

"It must be nice to have some measure of freedom again, sí?"

"Oh yes. I was given some with the Wardens, but as there are no darkspawn threatening to swallow up my country, I have quite a bit more now." Clearly, insurmountable odds against an innumerable enemy didn't have quite the impact on Namira that it did a normal person.

"Well, congratulations in any case," he said. "We can call this a little celebration."

Namira stood and dusted off her plantsuit out of habit. "I think that's a lovely idea, Luis," she smiled and picked up her staff. "I imagine we'll be doing my favorite things, then." Celebration, talking about magical and scientific theories, flirting.

You know, the usual.

"Of course," he assured her. "And drinks are on me." What a coincidence! She had all the same favorite things as he did!

"How generous," she teased. Namira nodded to the door of the sensorium and smiled, "Let us be off!"

Clearly, in another lifetime, Namira had been Antivan. "I do hope that my magic didn't frighten you, Luis. I know it can be... a bit shocking to the uninitiated." Which usually led to people screaming about maleficar and whatnot.

"Hey, don't worry about it," he assured her. "As a matter of fact, I find it fascinating... it's just very unused to anything I am used to. As are those charming monster things you were fighting."

She laughed as they started for the Drunken Dragon, "You mean the darkspawn? Shall I send them your regards next time?" Perhaps with a nice fruit basket? "Despite the metaphysical aspect of my abilities, it all seems very much grounded in bloodlines." She didn't know how to explain it better than that, but she was learning!

"I read about it in something... oh, what was it called...?" Namira bit her lip in thought as Hakkar padded along beside her.

"I'm perfectly happy with being a stranger to your darkspawn, but thank you for the consideraiton."

Luis looked deep in thought as she talked about bloodlines. "So magic is a genetic trait, as you were telling me once before," he said. "That's so interesting. I am a bit sad you don't have any of your books with you. I would love to study them."

"You're quite welcome."

"To be perfectly honest, many of our books on the nature of our abilities were either secreted away, or outright banned by the Chantry. Though I do wish something had remained." Namira patted Hakkar's head. "Castle Cousland doesn't have much in the way of magical studies, but their library is very nice. If you ever desire to visit there, I'm sure Yve wouldn't mind if you took a look around."

Luis' eyes lit up visibly at the mention of a library full of books from another world (or maybe because of the insinuation he'd be visiting the place where Namira lived... either way...)

"That would be wonderful," he gaped. "Though you might have to lure me out after my fifth or sixth straight day of reading."

"Oh, I'm sure I can think of something, to lure you out with. I've been reading in there often, since all the books they have are ones I haven't been through yet." And there were still so many more that she might just be stuck in there with him.

Oh~ the tragedy. "Please, just let me know when you're interested, and I'll tell Yve so she isn't surprised by some stranger roaming her castle."

I'm Burning Low, So Revive Me

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