spicyshimmy:a storyteller was always like an archer: standing back from the battleground but shaping
spicyshimmy:a storyteller was always like an archer: standing back from the battleground but shaping it from their stance outside the frame, unleashing their fletched arrows into the fray, and seeing more for the distance they maintained. the shapes, the strengths and the weaknesses, and arranging all the pieces so they made sense together, or at least the rhythm of a rhyming phrase. but a witch, leliana thought—with feathers at her fingertips, a taut bowstring and the cold snow, her hot heart, already composing the story she’d made—shaped lightning with her palms and had the talons of dragons at her fingertips. what others translated was what they could create.‘do you fight, or do you merely gape as well as the others?’ morrigan asked, drawing the spell between her fingers in the frozen air, so close and—like all legends—so very far away. -- source link
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