[Word has likely reached Zevran once he returns from Antiva, though perhaps not from his kestrel. After all, what does one make of it to see the face of a twin strolling through camp to deliver a message to a Warden. Not merely a similar face but a true twin, identical in every way that laughs, and shrugs, and strolls away wrapped in a thick bear pelt they tug low over their head when the wind whips the snow into their eyes, flanked by a mabari that's more scar tissue than anything else?
What does one make when their eyes meet though, a horrible moment when things thought forgotten come rushing back, threads thought hastily cut, hacked off, frayed and at least knotted threatening to unravel again?
Asher's not going to come to the camp. Honestly when he's still healing it's too long a trek for him plus the healers worked far too hard to keep Anders from his sight, as did the augur at the hold to banish him from his mind to have a scene be caused by a glimpse but he can't let this go unsaid.]
Zevran? S'Asher, the Boneflayers captain, Christine recommended me to you.
[Best to jog the memory before he just comes out with 'why do you have the other half of my scout'.]
sending crystal; and now for something completely different
What does one make when their eyes meet though, a horrible moment when things thought forgotten come rushing back, threads thought hastily cut, hacked off, frayed and at least knotted threatening to unravel again?
Asher's not going to come to the camp. Honestly when he's still healing it's too long a trek for him plus the healers worked far too hard to keep Anders from his sight, as did the augur at the hold to banish him from his mind to have a scene be caused by a glimpse but he can't let this go unsaid.]
Zevran? S'Asher, the Boneflayers captain, Christine recommended me to you.
[Best to jog the memory before he just comes out with 'why do you have the other half of my scout'.]