This is not new. Zann is usually pissed about something or other, but she's particularly pissed at the moment. A baby just got Harrowed. That isn't right. If somebody should get Harrowed early, it should be her, everybody knows she's the best at fire and that's the only thing that really matters anyway and she's already thirteen that's almost old enough and this little baby is eleven. Fucking mages. Fucking mages, fucking templars, fucking human bastards.
She bets the girl is human too. Fucking humans. Elves deserve to be discriminating against them, elves are better. See how those apes like living in alienages. Things'll be different when she's Queen.
She goes to confront the dumb asshole baby. She perches on the foot of her bed and waits for her to return from her post-Harrowing party. Show her what's what.
"I don't have very many friends either. But you can borrow my books if you want." There is a shelf of them above her bed.
"No. They're things I brought with me when I came here, not magic at all. Stories and stuff. I like them. The ancient forbidden magic is in the libraries, and if I try to sneak you those then neither of us will be allowed anywhere near them."
"They don't let me read about the really forbidden magic, but they let me read some things most people aren't supposed to," she says. "Because I'm running out of things people are supposed to and I'm a good student and I don't scare anybody."
"I might. Most of it isn't that interesting. But it might get interesting later."
"Ech. Should've guessed anything interesting would be properly forbidden. It's just, I'm already the best fire mage in the damn circle, and I've got entropy magic and the rest of primal pretty well locked down, and I'm even working on the other practical magic because at least it isn't boring and I can learn to make locusts eat my enemies' flesh, but all they want to teach me is how to be a terrified little bunny. And if it was just passing their stupid fucking tests I could lie well enough to do that, but- I can't turn myself into that all the time, or even just enough of the time that they can't tell I'm faking it. And- ugh." She flumphs backwards onto Metella's bed in a huff.
"I probably can't teach you how to pretend not to be angry," says Metella. "I might not even be able to teach you how not to get angry. I think it's just how I am. But if you can learn it, it's really good to know."
Zann sighs. "If you can help at all, it'd be better than nothing. Which is what the Chantry fucks have to offer." She adopts a pious voice. "Oh, Sazann, just remember that the Maker would be terribly disappointed in you for feeling emotions! Andraste wants you to shove your anger up your ass and never have any fun ever! You don't want to disappoint our precious fucking Maker, do you?"
"I like a lot of the stories about Andraste, but I think some of the things the Chantry teaches are silly."
"The Templars are useful for stopping blood mages and abominations, but if they didn't go around treating almost everybody like we might be about to start messing with blood magic any minute, there might be fewer blood mages and abominations to deal with."
"Can I be First Enchanter of a much better-run version of the Circle? I'd like that."