@keenminded has written: ‘ we all have towers we must leave, and magic that will try to thwart us. ’
"And have you done so? Left your tower?" Because the statement was metaphorical, surely. Behni still knew so little of the mage, Caleb, but every so often he had hoped to sift through the ashes that seemed to obscure the true image of the man. It was these sorts of talks, about their teachings, about their magic, that gave him that chance to.
"I always think that I have...but I find myself jolting at men in armor, or wondering how long it will take for them to track me down; that this is all some sort of test to see how long I will remain from the Circle, because I have been so good up until now..." He huffs, the grip on his tucked in knees clenching tighter as he feels a small well of ice magicks creep at the edge of his fingers. "I was good...or at least I tried to be, you know? I had hoped that...if they deemed me fit to be a fully fledged mage and I passed my harrowing, I'd be good enough to serve in the courts of Denerim...looking back, it...is a rather naive thought."
His grip loosens, and his fingers warm against the campfire's radiating flame as he turns his gaze to the other. "Had you any big dreams before all of this..?"
