Ferelden Chronicles [...] “If you want to survive, you must learn the rules and realize that sometimes, sacrifices are necessary.” ―First Enchanter Irving ♞ [♕00] The Magi Origin The Tranquils had been sent earlier that evening to retrieve what little items she possessed, but she kindly declined. She wanted to enjoy the transition of moving to the nice, spacious Mages' Quarters from the cramped Apprentice Quarters of which she resigned in for many years. There were a few apprentices who had shown negativity in this turn of events; they were jealous and she loved basking in it. "Good luck with your Harrowings!" she sang with a sickingly sweet smile to boot. Jowan had agreed to go with her and she was glad that they had gotten all her stuff in one trip. She feared that if they hadn't, her stuff would no longer be in the condition she found them in. Despite her eagerness, she couldn't help but grow annoyed with Jowan's continuous complaints along the way. "-and then he had the audacity to label me a blood mage! Can you believe it?" It was true that rumors had been spreading around about her male friend dabbling in the forbidden arts, but it was clearly a false accusation. She had told him to just ignore it, but his natural panicked nature kept him from doing so. True, there were small possibilities that the Templars that watched them day in and day out would believe it, but they would have to have proof before they did anything and she was positive there would be none. Even so, their was a tiny inkling of suspicion in the back of her mind that wondered if this rumor had some truth to it. "-and then I even had a mage approach me and ask the same thing!" A light sigh was released from the blonde female which gained Jowan's attention. "Jowan, can't you just be happy for me without droning on and on about your personal issues? I survived my Harrowing for gods sake; I would love it if my drama-prone best friend would acknowledge that." A guilt ridden expression was shown and a few mumbled words were the only reply she received until they made it up to the Mages' Quarters. "I'm sorry, Katerina. I really am glad you are alright; it's just these rumors are really starting to get to me." the male replied, setting down the two boxes that were in his possession. Katerina did the same, but instead of replying she plopped down onto her new bed. She could really tell the difference between the old bunk beds they used downstairs. Grabbing Jowan's hand and yanking him down beside her, she wrapped an arm around his neck. "Pucker up!" she sang jokingly, puckering up her own lips and inching closer until her face was met with a pillow. "Oh, Jowan, your lips are so silky!" she laughed. Jowan couldn't help but crack a smile at his female friend's silliness, but soon straightened up when a figure made its way past the privacy divider and into her part of the quarters. "Will you quiet down? You're distracting everyone from their studies!" the mage uttered bitterly, gaining a sheepish grin and apology from the newly Harrowed mage. Jowan chuckled and shook his head for a moment before beginning to speak up again. "Oh, I had almost forgotten. First Enchanter Irving wishes to speak with you." ♘ It was true that Irving had requested her presence. The old man was someone Katerina had always looked up to and someone who had always pushed her to go the extra mile when she thought it as impossible. He was a perosnal tutor to her and like a father in her eyes. He was like family and she respected him greatly. This being said, she couldn't help but feel a little more proud of herself when he told a recent arrival of her accomplishment, but it came to her as a surprise when she discovered this arrival was a Grey Warden. Duncan, as Irving introduced, was here to recruit a mage for the oncoming battle in Ostagar. She had walked in on those two and Gregoir, a bitter Templar, arguing on the matter. Irving didn't say anything more on the topic, but she understood what he was thinking when he asked her to escort Duncan to his room. Walking beside the Grey Warden formed butterflies in the pit of her stomach. If what First Enchanter Irving was implying was true, then that meant that she would be leaving with this Grey Warden when it was time for him to part ways. The idea of being able to leave this dull tower and see the outside world excited her to no end. Ever since she was a child, she had dreamt about leaving this place. Only one other mage before this battle existed was capable of escaping: Anders. Even so, he was now being hunted by Templars everywhere. To be able to leave without breaking Chantry law was an oppurtunity she could not slander. When Duncan bid his farewell and entered his quarters, Katerina's attention was caught by a whisper saying her name. She turned abruptly, only to be met with a distraught Jowan. "Going through another personal crisis?" she questioned sarcastically.