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“So if I pull on some of the Fade strings enough, I might be able to create something out of the ethereal energy,,” Saelyn said, half to herself, eyes glowing as she rambled on about her favorite subject. “Maybe like a boulder or something.” Blackwall only smiled. He didn't understand why she chose him of all people to come and discuss her magical with at the end of the day, but he was glad for the company even if half the words out of her mouth made no sense. It was enough to see her happy and to hear her voice. He continued to whittle away at the wood carving in his hands. It was supposed to be a griffon but it was

Saelyn numbly went into her room and closed the door behind her. It was only a day trip to Val Royaux on horseback, which accounted for how they beat Blackwall to the city since he opted to go on foot. Or should she call him Thom Ranier now? She walked up the stairs on shaky legs and collapsed face first on the bed, trying to block the waning rosy sunset from her eyes. It was too cheerful for a day like this. Too romantic. She had known he was a criminal- try as he might Blackwall wasn't that good at hiding the fact that he had a past. Saelyn also knew he was ashamed of that past, but had hoped through their budding relationship that he wou

  Saelyn found comfort in the stars, particularly the constellations. Keeper Istimaethoriel indulged her occasionally by telling her the elven names of the ones over the Free Marches, and she begged Hahren Valen to tell her stories about how the constellations came to be so often he wrote it down for her in a book. The stars here in the south of Ferelden were only slightly different from those she could see in the Free Marches. Most of them were familiar but they rose differently in the sky than further north. There were a handful on the western horizon that she didn’t recognize and she was grateful that one of the few books the clerks