Slowing it down, moving backwards and forwards-- [ he gestures, as if to say it's so very uninteresting. ]
All good and well when written down on paper, to be sure, but introduce man and all his follies and you have yourself an unmitigated mess. I don't recommend pursuing that research, by the way. The temptation to utilize it will eventually become too much.
[ He gives a shrug ] It's all I've ever known. If we were in an actual wizarding community, there would be less of a need for secrecy, but out here there's not many of us.
Corruption? Stagnation? Rampant excess? An impossibly bullheaded inclination to stick with the status quo, simply because "that's how it's always been done"?
If any of that is familiar, then you'd feel entirely home in Tevinter.
I think the society has a lot to do with it, too, but that could just be going in circles since the magic helped shape the society and on and on and on.
... This is a lot deeper than my after-work conversations tend to get.
[ surprising exactly no one, it takes some time for the belts and buckles of the mage's outfit to be undone, though Dorian does it with practiced ease. The robes are folded away and exchanged for the shirt and jeans.
... It's rather plain, he thinks. Far plainer than anything he's worn before, but at the very least, it seems to fit; it'll have to do.
He's still plucking at the shirt when he opens the door, a thoughtful frown knitting his brows together. ]
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