When the elf gestured for them to start, Elodie followed her into her tent. The two did not chat, why would they? She sat down, and the two sat across from each other on the rolled out mat. Desta broke the silence by explaining her modifications to the ritual. The ritual that she'd already experienced once was now different and obviously more painful. Perhaps she was not as strong a mage as her Arlo was? Elodie still believed her request was a reasonable one, and Desta had not refused.
"Wait, what? No one said anything about a scar..." Desta had not heard her protests. She was gathering some stuff together that Elodie hadn't been paying attention to.
The elf was quick to start. Elodie had imagined she would have more questions, have concerns, something? But that was not the case. Elodie was hesitant when Desta reached for her, and spoke. She could feel her stomach turning at the thought. She could not recall a single scar on her whole body, even as a child she managed to keep from breaking or harming herself in any way. She just sat, waiting for her to tell her what to do.
"Give me your unmarked palm"
Elodie hesitated, and as she was about to ask what for she felt the sharp pain of the daggers blade run across her right palm which Desta now held. She winced, but not at the pain. The cut was quick, clean, and oddly didn't hurt a lot. It was when Desta squeezed just slightly, causing her blood to ooze and drip into the bowl below. She bit her lip. Was she right to ask her to do this? What if she didn't know...A cold feeling rushed over her palm as Desta ran her fingerips down the cut. Then it felt immediately different, when she touched her hand it was like fire that didn't burn. The elf lifted her hand and the cut was gone. Elodie clenched her hand together, amazed at the speed. She watched the elf do the same, cut her own palm, and mix the blood into the bowl. She wondered briefly, what sort of ethical line this danced on. Was this technically blood magic?
"I will have you place mine first." Desta explained, preparing the bowl further. The mixture of their blood swirled around and it made Elodie uneasy still. The elf did not look up, she only continued with her task. Elodie watched as she dipped her finger into the blood, taking it with her dainty finger and created a design on her skin.
."Take the dagger and dip the tip into our blood. Then begin cutting over what I have drew."
Elodie swallowed the lump in her throat that had been forming since she sat down. This elf was dead serious. She was really going to go through with this! The woman watched as the elf held out her arm and instructed her what to do with the dagger. Grabbing the weapon from the table she glanced at the table with the spell on it. Her eyes scanned the words, mouthing them to herself. She was surprised, they were familiar to her.
She had seen those words before. Well, most of them. They were doing the exactly same ritual as Arlo had done, these words she read from the page were not correct. Arlo knew much, and was always speaking in different tongues to her. When they were preparing for the ritual he made sure she understood what she was doing. She understood the meaning of the words of the enchantment, these words told her that the path she was taking she needed to be certain. That if she was the path would show itself to her. These words, he often wrote to consolidate her when she was feeling down. Over the years he shortened them from their original meaning, instead of the text being Be certain in need, and the path will emerge he would tell her 'Be certain in me, and we shall travel the path together '. It was so silly to see it now, the original words that once meant so much to her. At that time she did not realize that Arlo would become her everything. He would become her everything and the world would rip it from her in a moment. With the dagger in hand, she looked to Desta and questioned
"The phrase there, Its not quite right it is something about being certain, that the path will emerge." She pointed to the scribbles on the table with her non-maimed hand. ""Lah...lath sulevin, lath araval ena, I'm sure of it."
Elodie gave a soft, airy sigh, wondering if this was just a chase for nothing. The ritual had been done once and what if she could not do it again? Elodie hesitated, looking at the blade in her hand. Sitting up on her knees she reached for Destas arm. The spell circle would be activated when she cut, and there would be no going back. Elodie held the dagger in her hand, right above the spot where she was intended to cut. Drawing in a deep breath she steadied herself enough before pushing the dagger into her flesh. She felt her face squish up, she had never cut anyone before for any reason. Pulling the blade through the entire circle she felt her stomach turn again. She did not know how they did this stuff. How they hurt people when needed. She finished cutting the circle and watched the blood ooze even more. Sitting back, she passed the dagger to Desta.
Apparently it was her turn now.
She drew in a deep breath and stuck her own finger in the mixture. The warm liquid stuck to her, and turning on her hip she pulled her leg forward. Yanking her shoe off, she pulled the hem of her skirt up to reveal a tattoo on her upper thigh. She did not look at Desta, she could not meet her gaze. She traced the existing tattoo with the blood mixture, covering it in red blood. She finally looked up at Desta
"When I was young, they assured me this was the best place for the tattoo. It was supposed to be a plump enough part of the body to not hurt too bad. I admit, I forgot the pain soon after the ritual, since our family healer did her best. "
She was calm until this moment. She had felt alright with everything until this very moment, perhaps it was because Desta hadn't told her when she cut her the first time. She had no time to worry then. But now? She wasn't so sure she wasn't going to throw up all over Destas tent. She was practically shaking when she passed the dagger to Desta.
"If your ready... " she tried to keep her voice from cracking as she spoke.
She watched the elf dip the weapon in the blood mixture and she clenched the hem of her dress tighter. The elf showed no emotion as she pushed the blade into her skin. Elodie winced, her whole body tensing up at the pain. Why did they have to do this today? The tattoo would have been an easier feat! There was a certain recklessness that came with being herself. A certain cherishment of freedom, a vibrancy that Elodie naturally exuded. She remembers being loud and carefree, twirling through her families estate that smelled like fresh flowers. She remembers when she wasn't being pulled around by an organization she didn't even understand. She hated being this herald that everyone was calling her. It was hard for her. Doing this ritual was like locking herself down to this organization even more. It wasn't like Desta and her were close and she was sure once the breech was closed she wouldn't be seeing her again. But they were about to do something that would make them dependent on each other. She watched Desta finish the outline and she pulled the dagger lose. From that point, Elodie grabbed the paper and set it between them.
"Remember, the words towards the middle, they must be altered slightly. Lets continue so we can stop bleeding all over your sleeping mat..."
Elodie began to speak the words on the paper. She chanted the spell and as she ended the words she felt her leg pulsing. The spell circle reacted, and from where she sat she watched the circle glow, the same was happening on Desta. Another pulse ran through her body and this time she felt it all the way down to her toes. There was an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion that rushed over her as the ritual concluded. She wondered if this was normal? Perhaps the magic inside her gave her some extra stamina that she had never realized before? Elodie reached for some cloth Desta had put out, and she tied a few pieces together to fit around her leg. Tightening it, she pulled her shoe back on and adjusted her dress back to its rightful place. Looking at Desta she watched her for a moment, she just realized that she'd never seen her without her cloak on. It somehow made her seem a bit more normal, almost friendlier.
"Hey, thanks. It should feel pretty amazing for you for a while. I've been told Arlo spent days just blasting things apart because he felt such a surge of energy. You'll have to let me know how it goes. "
Pushing her hands down on the ground she stood upright and started to walk towards the opening of her tent.
"Again, thanks. And if you think of anything you need let me know, okay? I really owe you one. " Pushing the flap of Destas tent out of her way she exited the tent.
The second she was in the cold she heard the voice of the seeker "Where have you been! We have been looking for you everywhere! There is much to be done and you are just wasting time doing maker only knows what!" Cassandra sneered at her, her eyes still boiled with rage.
What was this chicks problem? Elodie crossed her arms, but did not protest. The seeker rested her and on her shoulder and began to lead her back to the Chantry. Ugh, the cold, dark Chantry. Elodie yearned for the white colorful buildings of Val Royeaux. Everything was just so bright and colorful there. Even on the darkest and rainiest of days the world seemed brighter there. This was the last place she wanted to be, even still. She had already briefed the council on the happenings in the hinterlands and they all still looked at her like she had been withholding information, or that she was plotting something terrible. She found solace in speaking with Josephine, it made her feel like she was at home even if just for a moment. The second time she spoke with her even Leliana joined in and the three spent at least a half hour speaking of nothing but familiar things to Elodie. She was grateful for that, she really was.
After the ritual she felt drained. She should have waited and let Desta heal her leg. She had wanted to get out of there so quickly that now she stood at the council table trying to keep from making faces. With both hands on the table, she could feel the room looking at her even more than they had been. All this experience in one room she could tell they knew something was different. Her eyes averted others and she stared mainly at the tower pieces on the table. The chatter around her didn't go on for long before Josephine announced that they would continue at another time as it was getting late.
Elodie quickly left the Chantry, eager to get back to the hut they had assigned her. At least there no one would bother her. She had woke up there, and she remembered it had been by the Potion makers hut, but beyond that...she was not sure where it was.
"Hey! Princess, you look like you could use a drink! Why don't you come join us?"
She glanced to her side to see Varric lifting a cup at her, gesturing for her to come over. He sat in front of a fire joined by Beckett and a few other Inquisiton members. He handed her a glass, filled with a brown-ish liquid. She took the cup and sat in front of the fire. Her parents had told her for years the dangers of drink. Her brothers and father would drink ale at supper and her mother sipped wine on special occasions but they pounded the idea into her head that alcohol was an un-lady like activity. So, she just hadn't. Looking at the liquid in the cup she swirled it around again before putting the mug to her lips. The lukewarm liquid hit her tongue and she choked, lifting her hand to cover her mouth. This stuff was disgusting! How could anyone drink it!? From both sides she could hear laughing. Beckett even tried to hide the fact he was laughing at her expense. Varrics booming laugh filled the campsite and he patted her on the shoulder
"You should have told me you didn't drink this stuff! We would have deluded it down! " He laughed again, lifting his new cup into the air. The others followed suit as Varric toasted "To a wonderful new friendship for the princess and the ale!"
Elodie smirked back, lifting her own cup a little in the air. When the others put their cups to her lips she did the same and took another sip. This time she managed to swallow the nasty stuff which caused the group to hoot and holler even more at her apparent success. She just smiled, oddly at ease. Perhaps the ale was really that effective?