Áine is a mage from Kinloch Tower. She was there during the blight and had Cullen as one of her acquaintances.
She fell in love with him but was too shy to say something about it. Nevertheless, he was in love with her friend Amell and didn't know sh...
Áine tells the Misfits her whole story. From Kinloch to now.
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"When I was fifteen years old, I lived in a circle tower, obviously. All my worries were books, spells, the harrowing, the normal circle tower mage stuff." She raised her head and rolled her eyes. "I wasn't a socially adept person, didn't have many friends, only one, to be honest, Amell is her name." Her right-hand index finger traced circles on the top of the table, while she rested her head on her left hand. "Anyway, she was older than me, and sometimes she would tell me about her little adventures with the boys, nothing really intimate." She waved her right hand above her head. "I couldn't care less about any of that. Boys were the least of my worries." Her left hand started playing with a curl while she looked at the fire. "But then, a templar came and I fell in love with him. I caught myself thinking about him several times a day."
"The thing is, he had a crush on my friend. I don't blame him. She was gorgeous." Her eyes were wide. "Tall, blonde, emerald green eyes, feminine... well, you get the picture. And to make things better or worse, she was his age." She slouched in the chair.
"I never confessed my feelings and Amell would bug me all day long to. Not because he would laugh at me, but he would give me one of those looks he had... He was so, so... kind..." She stood up and rubbed her left arm with closed eyes and a big smile. "...and intelligent, and charming, and not afraid of mages, and friendly. He would just stop and talk to us, help us with our problems..." She sighed and stopped in front of the fireplace.
"There was this other mage." She returned to the table and sat. "His name is not important. He liked me, but I never cared, sorry, I never realized he did." She was fidgeting. "I was too busy with other things to notice. We weren't besties, but we were friends. He knew I liked the templar."
"One day he pulled me to one of the quarters..." She held herself. "We almost kissed, but I pushed him and..." She looked at Varric, but her mind was far. "He said in the coldest voice: 'You are mine'. That alone sent shivers and shivers down my spine." She visibly shuddered and gave them a sad smile.
"That day in Ostagar when King Cailan and the Wardens were betrayed by Loghain, our Senior Enchanter was there. When he came back, he told everyone what had happened, and everyone got scared." Her arms were crossed on the table and she leaned on it. "I think that's exactly what he wanted because later, he attacked the mages and started slaughtering everyone to fulfill his desire to become the most powerful blood mage." Her head was down, and she took a few minutes before taking a deep breath and continuing.
"During all the confusion, I was dragged to one of the quarters and tied to a table. I woke up sometime later, don't know how long, but I was... I was..." She stood up and had her back to them. "The boy I spoke earlier was there with me. He was... doing something to me. Nothing sexual if you mind... he was... you see, he had a dagger and was..." She untied and tied her hair several times. "carving symbols. These symbols..." Her hand was rubbing her lower belly. "He said it was to make us together forever. That I would love him as much as he loved me."' She started pacing.
