"Dalish magic is quite different from what you're used to," Bramen said as he set aside his tools. The halla gave a shake of her hear, waking up from that state of half-slumber and rising up to her feet and out of Dorian's lap. She stretched and stepped back a few paces before she hopped over the log they sat on, moving to lay down behind where the clan sat, just content to be near everyone. One of Camras' dogs moved up to its feet and padded towards them, the windhound hopping onto an open spot of the log and laying down, facing the halla and keeping watch. It had chosen to lay down near Dorian, the closest the man had been to one of the dogs for an extended time - the black and white hound paying him little mind. Its entire focus was the halla, it's charge.
This was why Bramen had said a Dalish hound would be unhappy in Skyhold.
Meallan piped up now as he sipped his tea about how Dalish magic was taught - how spells are passed down by the Keeper, both the First and Second in the clan is expected to learn everything they possibly can. Mages born into the clan are taught as much as they can be though often times, they had been forced to cull children or cast away adults when there were too many mages all together. It wasn't safe for the clan to travel with so many, humans always found ways to track them. They would be hunted, they would be slaughtered - and humans didn't merely stop at the mages. Humans were destructive things when they faced against that they didn't understand. Meallan frowned as he spoke, the Keeper reaching out to smooth out his hair and stroke his shoulders. She cooed and hushed him, easing him into a calm again as the man drank his tea.
Bramen looked to Dorian, picking up his own earthenware cup and drinking its contents. "A mage's talent is a lot harder to tame here in the wild - we only have the old ways to follow, what our ancestors did, what stories are passed down. We don't have proper training, no ability to bind, no way to dispel anything," he explained, the Keeper and Meallan both nodding in agreement. "Among elves, magic is often identified early in life, unlike with most humans. Once we begin to walk, we often start exhibiting talent."
Meallan quickly piped up with a smile, reaching out to touch Bramen's knee as he leaned in closer, aiming to speak with Dorian. He stated that it was seen as an anomaly in the clan to have a pair of twins born as they were, one holding so much talent and promise while the other showed none at all. The freckled elf laughed and gave his twin a bit of a jab with his shoulder, teasing him - making a comment about how his real brother must have been switched with a shem at birth. Seth'lin was the word he used, a word that made Bramen scowl and jab the other elf with his own elbow. The pair started shoving each other a bit before the Keeper tsked and gave them both a stern look, the pair of brothers immediately settling.
Meallan calmly drank his tea again, looking like a pleased cat in doing so. He muttered the word again, making Bramen's nose crinkle.
"Len'alas lath'din," Bramen said with a scowl, the Keeper making a hissing sound as she sternly looked at the two of them again, shaking her head at their behaviour. Like children they were when they were together like this.
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This was why Bramen had said a Dalish hound would be unhappy in Skyhold.
Meallan piped up now as he sipped his tea about how Dalish magic was taught - how spells are passed down by the Keeper, both the First and Second in the clan is expected to learn everything they possibly can. Mages born into the clan are taught as much as they can be though often times, they had been forced to cull children or cast away adults when there were too many mages all together. It wasn't safe for the clan to travel with so many, humans always found ways to track them. They would be hunted, they would be slaughtered - and humans didn't merely stop at the mages. Humans were destructive things when they faced against that they didn't understand. Meallan frowned as he spoke, the Keeper reaching out to smooth out his hair and stroke his shoulders. She cooed and hushed him, easing him into a calm again as the man drank his tea.
Bramen looked to Dorian, picking up his own earthenware cup and drinking its contents. "A mage's talent is a lot harder to tame here in the wild - we only have the old ways to follow, what our ancestors did, what stories are passed down. We don't have proper training, no ability to bind, no way to dispel anything," he explained, the Keeper and Meallan both nodding in agreement. "Among elves, magic is often identified early in life, unlike with most humans. Once we begin to walk, we often start exhibiting talent."
Meallan quickly piped up with a smile, reaching out to touch Bramen's knee as he leaned in closer, aiming to speak with Dorian. He stated that it was seen as an anomaly in the clan to have a pair of twins born as they were, one holding so much talent and promise while the other showed none at all. The freckled elf laughed and gave his twin a bit of a jab with his shoulder, teasing him - making a comment about how his real brother must have been switched with a shem at birth. Seth'lin was the word he used, a word that made Bramen scowl and jab the other elf with his own elbow. The pair started shoving each other a bit before the Keeper tsked and gave them both a stern look, the pair of brothers immediately settling.
Meallan calmly drank his tea again, looking like a pleased cat in doing so. He muttered the word again, making Bramen's nose crinkle.
"Len'alas lath'din," Bramen said with a scowl, the Keeper making a hissing sound as she sternly looked at the two of them again, shaking her head at their behaviour. Like children they were when they were together like this.