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Date & Time: When this log is completed. Approximately May 7th, daytime.
Location: The magical library of paper bound wonders!!
Characters: Fiona and Anora! But others are welcome to pester Fiona in separate threads because open logs are cool.
Summary: Fiona's reading a book! Anora's being nosy! Let's see what happens next.
Warnings: None yet, but all things considered there will probably be a verbal cat fight involved.

After having been to United Earth herself, Fiona was left with many, many questions. None of these questions would likely be answered no matter how loud or angrily she shouted into the metal book. So she decided to turn to a different set of books for answers. She had spent almost half her day in the library already, thumbing through volume after volume. She was never really a large fan of books unless the subject appealed to her, but she was grateful to have a skill of letters all the same. And why not put it to use?

With her staff resting against the table, the latest choice of literature laid out before her and many piles still to go, Fiona sat quietly tracing a finger over the words as she read. Something was bound to hold some sort of answers.

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Anora had dealt with many different sorts of individuals, growing up and being raised to act as queen. As such, she had become rather good at reading people and being able to detect when someone was irritated or simply not listening to her.

This woman, was annoyed, but Anora was nevertheless still curious and though it would be in better interest to just leave with her book in hand and without another word.

"If only to sate my curiosity." She was an elf, that much was clear, and a mage...that was awfully clear, and her voice was...familiar. "You are the Grey Warden, are you not? Fiona, I believe."

With a reluctant sigh, Fiona marked her page in the book she was reading and closed it. She looked the woman over this time, this wasn't the Queen was it? That would be her luck. Although she didn't recall giving the Queen her name before, but it wasn't hard to figure that news can travel in such a small place.

"I am. So if your curiosity is sated...?"

Blame Alistair for that, he was the one who brought her up a little over a week ago. Her stance shifted, looking down at the book Fiona had been looking at.

"Do you wish me to leave? There are few Thedosians here, after all. Two of whom I know." Well okay, saying she knew both Alistair and Nathaniel was a bit of a stretch, but she knew them more than she knew this woman. And Fiona had known Maric in his youth. Perhaps she had known her father as well, or at the very least it was nice knowing someone who didn't have a tarnished image of her father.

"Would it not be wise to at least, talk? Just for a short while, I assure you. I can tell when my presence is unwelcome."

What were the chances of their conversation ending if Fiona simply stood up and left? It probably would only leave more problems for later. She should have just left or acted more effectively busy as soon as the woman had glanced her way.

But it was too late for that. Fiona gestured to the chair across from her, the only invitation she'd give, and then folded her arms over her chest. She didn't feel like speaking to this woman when she could tower over her so easily. It made the plane more... even.

"I'm assuming there's something specific you want to talk about?" Idle chatter seemed hardly worth all of this effort.