Room 322, Tuesday Morning

[not_every_mage]

Anders didn't get much mail, so he was surprised to find something waiting for him in the dorm mailboxes. What was even stranger was that the envelope, seal and stamps all looked like those used in Ferelden.

He tore the letter open with shaking hands. True, Templars weren't in the habit of sending notes to runaway mages -- they were more the type to show up unannounced -- but he supposed there was a first time for everything. And the fact anyone knew where he was posed some level of risk.

It was a puzzle, then, that the letter seemed to be nothing more than a common enough piece of junk mail touting some worthless potion as a "miracle cure" for flatulence, pimples, back pain or the common cold. Anders was about to throw it out when he realized the runes bordering the parchment were not simple decoration at all. Instead, they were an obscure Elven alphabet that Circle apprentices used to smuggle messages between themselves.

Decoded, they read A - Am back in the Circle. Portal dropped me by gate as if no time had passed. Thanks for the vacation. Hope to do it again soon. - K

So that was that. The Circle might not be anyone's idea of a happy home to come back to, but Anders was simply glad Karl wasn't being tortured or worse. He didn't want to think about how his friend had bribed, begged or threatened to get the message out so quickly; he was just glad he'd done it at all.

He reread the letter a few more times as he sat on his bed, trying to work out if there was any safe way to answer it.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post!]

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[not_every_mage]

"I wasn't going to ask," Anders said easily,though he wouldn't deny having been curious. "You must have liked it, though, if you remembered enough to want his name."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"I don't know if I liked it or if it was just the only thing I was exposed to," Nathan said because he'd definitely thought about it. "Maybe I'd like some -- some romance novel if she'd read that to me. Can you imagine?"

[not_every_mage]

Anders laughed. "If your romance novels are like ours, you would have ended up calling yourself something like Ser Orwyll De Dragonhart," he said. "Which might have gotten some funny looks."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"That sounds...almost painful to say," Nathan joked, snickering. "Like I'm about to have a sneeze and that name comes out instead."

W

[not_every_mage]

Which meant of course that Anders had to laugh and attempt to sneeze Orwyll
De Dragonhart. He rubbed his nose after.

"Ow. A name like that would murder your sinuses."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Don't do that again," Nathan laughed, reaching over and patting Anders' back playfully. Like he was unhelpfully aiding a choking victim or something. "You're going to give yourself a bloody nose and a messy shirt if you do that."

[not_every_mage]

"And I don't know how to get bloodstains out," Anders said with a little hiccup of a giggle, arching his back into the touch. "You're so good to worry about me."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"And I would be of absolutely no help in getting bloodstains out," Nathan stated, turning the patting into some softer stroking now. "I barely manage to get the mud and dirt out of my clothes right now."

[not_every_mage]

"I know how to fix that," Anders informed him helpfully. "Don't lie on the ground without a blanket."

Not that he'd minded the lack of a blanket so much on Saturday, but anyhow.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Blankets aren't as comfortable as what I'm used to," Nathan groused but not all that seriously. "And I've found that I can't just walk into a store here and find sheepskins. They look at me strange."

[not_every_mage]

"So what do they do with the outsides of the sheep if you can't buy it as sheepskins?" Anders wondered, also not too seriously. "Does it all go to leather and wool?"

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"...I'm honestly not sure," Nathan said, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. "My grandmother gave me sheepskins when I was younger and we discovered my body's reaction to being inside versus outside. I never actually asked where she got them. And then Gabriel got them for me out of the blue a few months after that."

[not_every_mage]

"You could talk to Celia," Anders mused, shifting a bit closer to Nathan. "Part of her magic is making things. I'm sure she could change blankets to sheepskins if she wanted."

He twisted his own ponytail. "Could you sleep inside when you were younger, then? I've never asked."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Celia?" That name was very familiar but he knew it wasn't the same person. Still, it brought back memories. "Maybe I'll see if I can talk to her."

He watched Anders moving closer before saying anything else. "I could. The whole sleeping outside thing actually came to light after what happened to my back. I was recovering and sleeping inside and just got so sick. My grandmother told me why after that."

[not_every_mage]

"She works in the magic shop Monday or Tuesday, I think," Anders informed him, on the point of Celia. He rested a hand lightly on Nathan's back. "And that sounds like it must have made the whole experience of healing that much more fun."

Nathan's luck was the worst.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Thankfully I'd healed the worst of things before it set in," Nathan told him, leaning back into Anders's hand now. He sighed. "And once my grandmother told me what was going on and got me outside, it went away quick. That's when I knew my body was, at least, a Black Witch body."

[not_every_mage]

Anders frowned and glanced over at Nathan's 0.5 tattoo. "I'm glad it worked, but shouldn't your body be both?"

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"I'm actually not sure how it works but from what I've picked up, the Council thinks I'll favor one side," he explained. "They want to make sure it's the right side, in their eyes."

[not_every_mage]

"Which they're trying to ensure by treating you badly and trying to get you to kill your father," Anders added. "Your council's brilliant. It's as if the Chantry tried to convince me not to be a Blood Mage by sending me to work with maleficars."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"I suppose they have their reasons but I don't know what they are," Nathan said, shaking his head. "I think they've tried to explain it to me and it's about purity or something or other. I don't know."

[not_every_mage]

"Maybe they think they can force the 'bad'" -- air quotes -- "out of you," Anders suggested, and sighed. His hand went up to play with the hairs at the base of Nathan's scalp. "I suppose I should be grateful. If they'd tried asking nicely, you might still be there and not here."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," Nathan said, sighing and tilting his head slightly. "I don't know, even if they asked nicely what they would have probably asked wouldn't have been anything I'd want. Asking someone nicely to not have contact with any White Witches without prior permission isn't really something I'd jump to do."

[not_every_mage]

"I can't imagine why not," Anders said dryly, a set of his jaw the only sign of his fresh anger at the Counsel. "Did your family get an exception, or did you need to get permission before you said hello every morning?"

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Exception," he said, twisting his lips. "Though, one of my sisters probably would have loved for it to apply to them too. She would have gotten a kick out of it."

[not_every_mage]

Anders rolled his eyes. "She sounds charming. What was her problem?"