Altar of Twilight Sipping on fire

Their eyes did meet;
and though the wonderment was there, so too was the bewilderment of one who did not have an inkling as to the silver’s language; who likewise did not initially understand such confusion ... until she threaded closer to where the wanderer lingered; was able to peer at the bright masque all that much more surely. Her own ruined features faltered into thinning remorse— “Ah,”—

“Forgive me,”  the founder amended, giving a cant of her pale brow.  “It remains lost on me that there are not many who know my tongue. I simply wish you good journey.”  Careful, careful to keep her ravaged spine turned from the other’s sight  (inevitable as viewing would be), Andraste then considered:  “Are you a ... student of ze heavens? Ze stars, if I may ask?”