Your regularly scheduled creepy visitor

[killedwithlove]

Who: Cole and anyone who needs him... or wants to chat to him
Broadcast: No
Action: On any ship except Marsiva, Tourist or Red Fish because he avoids visiting two and can't visit the third.
When: While the fleet is moving and probably a bit after

[There is this thing Cole does.

He visits other ships. Sometimes he put the Pathstone alongside to visit and sometimes he takes a shuttle, but he's constantly wandering all over the fleet, being with people, circulating.

He hasn't done it in a while. He got a nasty fright and went into hiding for a while.

But the creepy psychic being is back! Sticking his large nose into all the business.]

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[killedwithlove]

I knew Wynne and Shale. For a little while.

Tell me about the Wynne you knew? I don't want to be angry with her.

[bryces_pup]

Because of how she treated her son? I remember you telling me that she did not reach out to him and talk to him like she should have.

[killedwithlove]

Yes. Other things. Mostly that. She hurt Rhys a lot and she didn't regret that. So I want to know more about her, so I understand better.

[bryces_pup]

[Wynne's name brings forth a myriad of feelings: comfort, fondness, nostalgia, worry... and even a bit of frustration. The woman has been many things to Riona; it's hard to decide where to start.]

Wynne... has lead a full life. One with few regrets. She was never meant to die in bed, old and miserable. It's not what she wanted, anyway. In some ways, she was a model mage. Devout, responsible, and cautious. She understood the dangers of magic, and never held it against anyone for being wary of it. On the other hand, I think she has a wanderlust that must have made her life in the Circle more difficult.

[killedwithlove]

She didn't die in bed. She was old, though.

Her Circle let her wander, go out researching, into the world.

It wasn't like the White Spire. The White Spire was tangled on itself, with all the masks and games of Val Royeaux.

What did she like?

[bryces_pup]

Books. She loves to read. [Wynne's eyes always lit up whenever Riona found one and gave it to her.] And just about anything, too. Histories, romances, you name it.

[She hums in consideration.]

Telling stories, too. Both personal and historical, and even legends. She has a lot of knowledge, and she likes to share it.

[killedwithlove]

Like the story of Tyddr Bright-Axe? We found all these plinths with that story written on it. Cadash was really sad that it wasn't an actual axe.

[bryces_pup]

It is not one she ever told me, but I could see her telling something like it. That's a story I don't believe I've ever heard, though the name rings a bell.

[killedwithlove]

Tyddr Bright-Axe was an Avvar-Mother, mountain maker. She had a leaf-eared lover, an elf, who gave her her weapon and was her closest counsel.

The Bright Axe wasn't an axe, though. It was a staff. Dorian loved it, though.

[bryces_pup]

Ahhh. Eternal disappointment for a dwarf. No wonder. But I haven't heard much in the way of Avvar tales. Not... entirely "appropriate" stories for a noble girl to grow up on. [Eye roll.] Wynne liked to tell Alistair and I Grey Warden stories she knew about. Wanted to help keep our spirits up, I think.

[killedwithlove]

She doesn't use an axe. She prefers a short sword and shield. She wanted to give the axe to The Iron Bull, she thought given Tyddr was an Avvar, it would be a good size for him.

Cole's mother was descended from Avvar. But neither of us knew much about it. I know some about them, because they like us. They understand us much better.

[bryces_pup]

"Us"? You mean spirits? How so?

[Her knowledge of the Avvar is, as demonstrated, very limited given how far north of them she lives.]

[killedwithlove]

Yes. The Avaar don't have the Chantry. They talk with spirits, let us inhabit them briefly to help and then depart again. They understand more about us and magic than the Circles do. Not, book knowing. We're part of their world. Their histories remember before, when were part of them.

[He knows it probably doesn't make sense to Riona, but he doesn't know how else to explain.]

[bryces_pup]

Really? [Wow. that's... something. Riona's knowledge of magic is purely from Wynne and Morrigan, and what little bits she picked up during her journey. While she always wondered if spirits were really as the Chantry said, the thought of people willingly letting them in and basically being possessed boggled her.] Becoming an... abomination - technically - doesn't worry them at all? It just, it seems dangerous.

[killedwithlove]

No.

Because it's not permanent. They don't live together. Spirits... don't understand this world. A host makes it easier. Being welcomed in, it's gentler. The spirit stays true to itself, because the host doesn't try and force anything onto them.

[bryces_pup]

But I thought once a spirit was taken into a mortal body, it was permanent. There's a way for a spirit to leave a person?

Sorry, I dropped the ball.

[killedwithlove]

... I guess so.

I don't really know. But I guess they must.