Anders reads from the book, casting happy, knowing glances at his kids. "Primal class comprises the elements: fire, ice, lightning, earth. It is the class that causes the most destruction."
Ilska is a little less attentive, at least in terms of theory lessons. She tries, but her attention wanders easily.
Anders winks at Ilska, seeing her distraction.
"Creation," he starts, before making sure he has both of their attention, "my class," he says, giving them both a serious eye. "Creation heals the body and soul, healing wounds and providing motivation to continue moving. The focus is improving and enhancing the body."
-but returns Anders, who shakes his head slightly.
"...anyway. Spirit school specialises in manipulation of the spirits who press on the veil. It takes special skill to turn them to your will, but the rewards are great. Would not recommend for you two just now, but...I suppose with a good teacher," Anders says, with a wink.
Ilska snorts a little, and nudges Cia's side, but doesn't dispute the point.
Anders can't help himself. He wraps both of them in a hug. "Stop being cute, you're distracting me."
Ilska rolls her eyes, leans briefly into Anders, before leaning back again.
"To stop being cute? Or stop distracting me? Because both of those are impossible. You are correct."
Anders kisses Cia's head, and then coughs, turning back to the book. "Right. Entropy. Debilitating and damaging. Spells that focus on weaving doubt and fear into your enemies, draining stamina and mana. A school the Templars would really rather not exist, alongside necromancy. Too much like blood magic, to them."
"Maker, I worry about you being that powerful," Anders laughs.
"That's the main classes, anyway. There are stronger ones, most of which involve pairing with a spirit. Things like Spirit Healer," he points to himself. "Arcane Warrior, known as Knight Enchanters in Orlais, Battlemages, I've heard a rumour that of Dalish magic that can control nature, or shapeshift."
“If she doesn’t, I’d bet Defiance does. Or...Hawke has a friend. Merrill. She non stop rambles about Dalish magic.”
Then he remembers Merrill’s actual specialisation and blanches. “Or not. Definitely not.”
"And then you'll just go ask her." Anders sighs. "She's...a blood mage."
"That's what we keep telling her. But if she wouldn't listen to her own people, she will definitely not listen to us."