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The Waking-sea did nothing to appease her stomach; it churned violently as the salt air licked at her nose, and the green waves crashed against the ship. Not a large vessel, there had been a storm or two in this fortnight journey that had nearly capsized them.
Gray clouds rolled through the sky with a menacing look about them, enveloping the sun, and bringing a strong wind in it's wake. It caused the ship to move up and down, only furthering her pain.
Kyna exhaled slowly, how she hated the sea, how she hated boats. Her travels had left nothing more than a short trip across Lake Calenhad, she had not been fond of that either; other than to be leaving the Circle part. She rubbed her face in her hands hoping this miserable journey would soon be coming to an end.
Her hand maiden sat nearby, patching up a robe, a templar stood near Kyna. A seeming staple upon this ship, she hoped he had developed a greater fondness for water travel than she. Tempted often to engage him in conversation, her temptations were often squandered by the large steel helms they wore. Hard to keep from laughing when everything the man said echoed.
An elven woman sat at the adjacent bench; humming softly as her young son played at her feet. Kyna watched with an odd fascination as the boy swung around two wooden figurines: one whittled into the shape of a dragon, the other seemed to be a warrior. She curled her lips into a smirk as he mocked a roar for the dragon, throwing the warrior in the air, it slid to a halt at Kyna's feet.
"What is it that you're playing?", she asked, leaning down to pick it up.
"Blight," the boy stood, walking hesitantly over to retrieve his toy. "I'm King Alistair, and this is the Arch Demon!" he held up the carving of the Arch Demon.
Her smile faded as a new sickness gripped through her, moving up her torso and wrenching at her heart. She quickly handed back the tiny version of Alistair, wishing no longer to be in possession of it.
He examined her for a moment, before his attention turned toward the staff she had leaning behind her.
His eye's widened with excitement "Are you a mage?"
"I am," she replied delicately, his mother had stood by now, making her way over to where the boy stood.
"Wow! My aunt Shianni used to tell me stories about the mage who became Hero of Ferelden, how she helped the Alienage!" ,His words began to trip over themselves, "are you a mage like her?"
"Something like that," Kyna chuckled. It had be some time since someone had been excited to see her, especially since passing through what used to be Amarathine.
The elven woman was now behind him, tussling his hair, she shot a nervous glance in Kyna's direction. A move that revealed she knew far more about this stranger than her boy did.
"Hush child, we don't want to bother the poor lady."
The boy swatted away her hand, annoyed with the interruption.
"Did you grow up in the circle like her? Did you know her?"
"I did, a long time ago".
"Mama says we can't go home because of the hero, that there is only ashes left now"
Kyna's heart sank, "she did only what she thought was best".
"What she thought was best?" his mother finally interjected, "if that is what makes you dream easier, Serah, those of us who were there, know that city was far from lost"
She scooped her son up, and stomped down the deck, the boy flashing a toothy grin as she did.
Kyna sighed, 'Amarathine will follow me to my grave'
The order was none to happy with the news, neither the king, she returned to the circle with a lack of better options. They were all less than enthused with her return, and jumped at the first opportunity to send her away again.
The grey suggested she help out another city in need, one that had as jaded of a past as hers, they also mentioned this city had nearly burnt to the ground before. So obviously there was little damage she could cause.
"First Enchanter", she whispered, "huh, I rather like the sound of that".
"LAND-HO!" the first mate bellowed from the bridge.
Dread washed over her as she stood, strapping the staff to her back, she moved forward to the railing. A wobbly journey at best. She reached the railing with a final lunge, gripping tightly on the splintering wood.
'Sea legs my arse'
A gust of wind blew through her hair, speckling rain drops across her face. In the distance the land took shape, unwelcoming statues ushered them in. She was not yet ready to let the thoughts flood her mind, of the new challenge she was about to face.
The best she could do, was to remind herself to breathe, as she looked for the first time upon: Kirkwall, "City of Chains."