Nov 08, 2010 20:25
Life in the tower hadn't been altogether unpleasant. She'd stayed mostly to herself but had been generally well-liked by the others, mostly because she hadn't caused any problems. Jowan had been the problem in the last little 'disagreement' she'd had with the rest of the Mages, quite honestly. She would always defend him, though, even in the end. He was just doing what he was meant to do, which was all that anyone could ask of anyone else.
The Circle hadn't seen it that way, though. She had been more or less sent away with Duncan, and she was travelling with him now. He was telling her about King Cailan, about the man who would be training her. Clara's lips curved into a half-smile.
"Alistair," she said before he had a chance, "Yes, I know." Duncan seemed surprised but not altogether perturbed, oddly enough. He merely nodded, and she glanced off into the distance again. At some point they arrived at the camp (Barabbas in tow, naturally) and she let the dog off to play with the Mabari as long as they'd allow it while she settled herself in. She had something to eat and spent a little while watching the elder mages wield their magics inside their tent, but eventually she wandered over to where Alistair was standing and gave him a tap on the shoulder with her mage's staff, brow arched.