"Someone unburdened by Chantry rhetoric. Someone with intimate knowledge of wilder magic."

"Someone like you?"

"Stranger things have been known to happen."

"We'll see."

"For now, something small."

Morrigan starts to show Blaze how to bend the very stone around them to her will.

Blaze is an attentive student if nothing else.

Morrigan is more shocked than anything else, at Blaze's raw talent. Though, she shouldn't be. Her mother had always told her that elves had the most magic talent.

"I can see how you became so competent with magic now." 

"I liked learning. It was...simpler."

Morrigan makes a disgusted noise. "How like a Circle mage. Return to me when you have some feeling for the world around you." 

And then she is gone, taking Anwen's arm and disappearing.

Blaze rolls her eyes at the theatricality.

"A dangerous human."

"Any human can be dangerous."

Sten snorts lowly. "No. Some are just better at believing they are."

"Perhaps."

Sten regards her for a moment, then huffs.

"I think you may be right there, kadan. Why not try those new talents out now? While we have a moment?"

"-If you think we have time?"

"I will ensure we do."

Sten would never rise against the Warden-Commander, but there was something in him that may make others think she would listen to him.

Blaze smiles warmly, and then sets about practicing.

Sten watches over her, growling at anyone who comes near, and smiling (not that he'd admit it to anyone) the rest of the time.

Eventually, she feels her stamina start to fade, and stops, smiling down at the ground.

Sten lets her have her moment of contemplation, though does offer a small vial of something honey-looking.

She takes it with a querying look.

"Stamina potion. Wynne makes them."

"-Oh. Thank you." She drinks it.

"I carry lyrium, for the bas saarebas, if you need it."

He looks vaguely disgusted at the thought.