"Is that normal for the Dalish?" Mages being passed from one clan to another were there too many, that he had heard of. But anything more? He cannot say, that wasn't the subject of any of the discussions they had in the blight.
"Only when there's too many mages in a clan. I don't even remember my old clan. Clan Ghilan. I've only ever met my parents at the Arlathvhen, the meeting of the clans every ten years."
"Usually, four is too many. That's the Keeper, the First, and the Second who are enough, and if another turns up, they're sent to another clan. That's the accepted number, more or less. Fortunately the Dalish clans don't usually burst at the seams with them. Clan Ashara only had our Keeper when I first arrived. Sorrel's powers didn't manifest for years after."
Not mentioning Ellana, although Ellana hasn't exactly been discreet about being a mage. It's a habit. Ellana was their extra, the one they always had to protect.
"Anyway. Anyone who says how terrible it is for a child to go without parents never met us, did they? We turned out all right."
"Mm. The Chantry makes it sound as though Mages simply come into their own in spurts like a plague. Of course they are terribly biased." He shrugs and tugs her in by their joined hands- just enough to offer that much more intimacy to the conversation. "I should like to think I turned out quite well despite being an orphan; and you certainly are the very image of a model citizen."
"Flatterer." Pel gives his hands a squeeze. "Haven't you any work to be done? I thought I'd see you actually entertaining in the tavern once or twice, for an entertainer."
"And I have been- between glasses of brandy. An elf cannot perform endlessly without some respite. Well. I can perform as long as my lady wishes." He lift her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles.
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Not mentioning Ellana, although Ellana hasn't exactly been discreet about being a mage. It's a habit. Ellana was their extra, the one they always had to protect.
"Anyway. Anyone who says how terrible it is for a child to go without parents never met us, did they? We turned out all right."
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