Rivain at first had been a chance to relax. Get away from Skyhold to soak up the sun, swim in the sea every day, experience a culture that wasn't buttoned up so tight the way almost everywhere else seems to be but well, there's always something ugly lurking in Thedas, and Araceli feels like she should have been expecting it. But maybe just once a beach could have been a beach, and studying a culture could have just been that.

At least there weren't Red Templars, she doesn't know if she could've dealt with that again.

"Hola," she greets when she sees Church, and the smile is mostly real if still worn at the edges. "Oh I would never run away from the Inquisition, though the idea of commandeering a ship and seeing what's out over the edges of their maps? Tempting. Very tempting. Who knows, maybe it's all their better things."

(Probably not but a girl can hope that the land filled with the milk of human/elven/dwarven/various Qun-allied peoples' milk of kindness regardless of being a mage or not a mage is out there. Somewhere.)