anders and fenris

Sleek. Sharp. Silver. The terms fit him perfectly. He was all smooth swings, of a deadly blade. What do they see, Anders mused, when he came for them? Did they see what he saw? A dark, deadly slash? The fierceness in his face? The smooth trailing of markings, flushed blue with their energy? Do they see what i see? A sad, vulnerable being... that i care for more than anything? No, he chuckles. They're to busy running from that sword. he returns to his pondering, Its too bad things couldn't be different. Then I might not have to discover that for myself.... Anders sighs. He closes the Tevine spell book, and places it in a barrel on his way out the door. It was only a short walk to the Chantry, from the underground.