Heād always been fascinated by thunderstorms. Often times smelling the rain, hearing the thunder, and watching the lightning flash put him at ease. He remember getting scolded by his best friend and clanmate for wandering off in the middle of the night to watch a storm pass by.
Even now, he still retained his fascination, the weather phenomenon reminding him of home. Of happier, simpler times, really.
The storms of Ferelden were vastly different that the oneās heād been used to on the plains of Nevarra. Colder, wetter, less flashy. Still, he found himself wandering outside, drawn to the storm like a moth to flame, just as entrances as one as well. Despite his aversion of being cold and wet, he couldnāt quite tear his gaze away from the flashes of lightning that arced through dark clouds, as if he were in some sort of trance, completely unaware of the world around him.
She was always surprised when she found someone else outside during rain or thunder or snow. Born to the Dalish who wandered the wilds and explored nature like it was sacred, she had always had an appreciation for every kind of weather and it had been storms that were her first teachers of magic. How she could feel the crackle and pulse in the air that now she could use to protect herself when she was casting.Ā
Spying Yue was one of those surprising moments, though she supposed it shouldnāt be. He had always seemed to appreciate nature in a way that was similar to her own, and she moved through the rain until she could stand beside him, a gentle hand reaching out to touch his shoulder in an attempt not to startle him from his concentration.Ā ā Some people might think youāre going to get electrocuted standing out here like that. ā It was part of the reason she rarely allowed metals onto her staves. Pearls and wood and stones for certain, but metals attracted the lightning.Ā
ā It is very beautiful though, is it not? The warmth of a hearth is lovely, sure, but this is so... primal and powerful and breathtaking. ā
@dragonagedmage cont.Ā
