Mi Hawkes

“Anders?”

His response is delayed, slow to be given when his eyes wish to linger above.

There are far too many memories of darkness and stone walls surrounding him, of years simply aching to just enjoy the sight of the sky without Templars ever in pursuit.

He wouldn’t consider himself wholly free, mages never truly are, but for just an instant he does not think of the Circle or fighting or even Justice.

For an instant he savors the sight of the blue sky and the trees all around him, relishing the fresh air no one should ever be denied.

“Blondie?”

The voices finally draw his gaze downward, to the friends who have walked beside him for years, and though he may not be wholly free, he is thankful to be standing under a clear sky with them.

“Are you all right?”

He smiles, even if the peace to be felt in that moment is only temporary.

“Yes. I’m all right.”