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Seeking Truth “Why Jordan! It would appear as if you have some color in your cheeks!” “I suppose if anyone could tell it would be you,” Jordan smirked at the blind mage. Sacha smiled at her. “More blood is rushing to your face than last time I saw you. I suppose that means you're happy. And it's good to see you were able to help Anders. How are you doing?” “Better,” Anders sighed. He then looked over at Jordan and a small smile began to form on his lips. “Much better.” Jordan felt her cheeks grow hot from his smile, which made Sacha's own widen. It had been a week since the inci

Duality Jordan wanted to go to the Gallows, but she had promised Anders she would meet him in his clinic. It was mid-morning as Jordan made her way through Darktown, the events of last night running through her head. She was still fuming over what happened with Bethany. She wanted to go to the Gallows and talk with her sister, find out more about how Bethany's life really was in the Circle, but that would have to wait until later. Then there was the events at the Hanged Man. The party had been a nice distraction, keeping Jordan from brooding over Bethany all night. The dancing, the music, and her being able to dance with Anders had been the

The Black Waltz Jordan was frustrated once again. Nothing about this night was going right. She knew the gala wasn't going to be great, but she didn't expect this. To think she actually saw someone strike her sister, and not because they were in the middle of a battle, but just for the reason that she was a mage! A mage trying to help her friend. Jordan cursed herself for not intervening sooner. She could have prevented it. She could have walked up to Ruxton and told him to sod off for bothering Sacha. Instead she had just stood there and watched, just like all the rest of the nobles. Jordan was leaning her back against one of the pillars i

The Gala Corollary Jordan was frustrated. There were many things on her mind. Many things that she could have been doing right at that moment, but unfortunately, she was unable. There was the situation with the Kirkwall killer, the mad blood mage out there abducting women and butchering them. She had wanted to go out and look for the killer, or even DuPuis, not knowing if they were on in the same, yet Aveline had forbid her from pursuing. The guard-captain had taken it upon herself to gather her guard and go searching through Darktown for DuPuis, but they had found no trace of him. He was gone, vanished, and Jordan cursed herself for letting

Suspect Anders' glare was icy as he stared over at Fenris who was standing on Jordan's other side. “If you have a problem, mage, then say it,” Fenris growled, no longer being able to take Anders's eyes boring into him. “I still can't believe you let her do that,” said Anders, his glare never faltering. Jordan rolled her eyes at the two. They'd had this conversation several times before. The previous day, when Jordan had spoken to the Arishok, later she had went to the Hanged Man and told everyone what she had found out. When Anders heard, he hadn't been surprised that Jordan had defied his wishes and advise, yet he

Aftershock It was at least another day before Anders would let Jordan leave his clinic. He wanted to make sure she wasn't suffering anymore from the after effects of the saar-qamek, as well from the antidote he had given her since he had to give it to her in such a direct way. Jordan appreciated him fussy over her, but she needed to get home. Not just to show her mother she was alive and fine, but because there were several things she needed to get done that had been plaguing her while she laid on the cot in his clinic. After Anders finally cleared her, he accompanied her back home since Jordan was slightly weak. Even Jordan could tell she