#ashkaar

      “I swear to the Maker, Daya, if you continue staring at the girl so shamelessly and do nothing, I’m going to be forced to go up to her and do something about it.”

              after the mage rebellion began in earnest stephen opted to stay hidden from the public in his home near redcliffe village, a quoite area that only fellow mages would think to come to. however.. he wasn’t known for allowing strangers into his home, given how the property was precious to him with memories that he would not allow to fade. currently situated outside his house by the pond he was meditating, eyes closed and not a muscle moving when he hears oncoming footsteps. 

    Ears flick as she looks to the vashoth woman, red eyes narrowing. There's very little she knows about the circles, and their mages. The stories she's heard, and remembers, are few and varying every time she hears one. But, to see a Vashoth.. To see someone like her in appearance, and talents, free and unmarked; horns still intact and healthy— It makes her ache, yet curious. Propping herself on a nearby table, she crosses her arms with a tilt of her head.

                   ❝ tell me what you want me to do... i’ll listen to you. ❞