Duskfire Glacier g*spy witchcraft

while wintersbane understands how a child going missing hurts, he is also of the mind that children leaving the nest is expected. a way of life. sometimes they just left too early: him, being an example. he thinks then of quellcrist and the patriarchal worry he'd harbored when she had left sagtannet and yet at the same time, he'd known it to be the way of children. sometimes they stayed: moonspear being the only example he could think of. i understand, at least as far as he could. he couldn't understand her pain in it's entirely and he acknowledges that.

well, the tundrian drawls on a lofty breath; taking a moment as it lingers in his lungs to contemplate his words. perhaps it's time i reconsider. though he teeter-totters between the two he finds himself leaning towards settling down. was that not the reason duskfire glacier came to be, after all? i want many things, he answers vaguely; cheekily, even.

i want, wintersbane begins in more seriousness. a stable relationship. one where i don't question whether it's requited or not, he thinks then of andraste and her tumultuous relationship and contract with mahler, though he presumes with their union it had ended. still, even in the rare times he thinks about it — it begs to question. a stable relationship for my children.