#mage!aria

Aria sighed faintly to herself, the book in her lap long abandoned in favor of watching the clouds move outside. There was a bird sitting near her on the ledge, enjoying the company and sharing some companionship. Two birds..one who's wings were clipped. She'd mused the thought to her bird friend a few times, though she'd only chirped at her. "Wish I could fly away." She whispered to the bird "you're so lucky...no ones afraid of you." Aria knew she could probably try, she was unmatched in healing and she had a deeper pool of magic than the others, but... They wouldn't let her. The others could defend themselves well, Aria barely had a handle on her more...destructive magic and works it was tied to her emotions..of which she couldn't control because of the empathy and compassion tied to her healing. She was just a mess. "Wonder what grass feels like.." She sighed.

Life outside the circle was...well it wasn't great really, there was need for money which was something you had to work for apparently which wasn't easy to do without magic because Maker forbid someone find out. Everything cost money! Sleep, food, clothes, Aria was pretty sure air was taxed too somehow. It was partially why she'd sold herself to the slavers, figured it was an easy ride out of Fereldon and away from the Templars and she'd get food and a bed and safety in exchange. Didn't count on...on... "hey you gonna buy something or stare at the wall, cause that ain't free either!" Aria snapped out of her memories and blinked at the herbalist "sorry...going over what I need." She mumbled, picking out the herbs she needed and paying with the last of her funds. She'd been out of the circle and in hiding for a while, running from slavers and Templars alike. But she was okay, odd jobs and selling potions helped her get by and she heard about some Inquisitor that was letting people stay in their castle or estate or something; rumors varied from person to person. "Thank you." She said to the shop keep, she still hadn't decided if she'd see if the person was willing to allow mages, it was just safer in her little hut she found.

However the potions for him and for the other few mages needed to be made so they had a stock, and since it didn’t bother her and the Apothecary was busy, she had volunteered.  The blue glow emitted from under the door while she worked, grinding stones down to the powder she could use to make into liquid form, she already had a few bottles stored to the side.

The whips were from a part of her life she never talks about while on the road, but he glow the marks emit when she casts leads to the notion that the tails had been coated in lyrium to make the marks last.  

As such, the one thing she'd always wanted was a doll.