One day is going to turn out to be Kirkwall, thinner walls, and far less understanding neighbours down in the docks. But that day isn't just yet.
"Having so many audiences with as many as possible was always done but she has far more than those who ruled before her, especially with those who travel. Though, unlike Thedas, we actually do sail far more places than anyone seems to have done in Thedas. Our world doesn't abruptly stop." If it weren't for the anchor shard keeping her tied to other rifters and thus to the Inquisition, trying to sail off somewhere else if she could find the crew would maybe be in her top priorities. After all, who knows what they might find, what new information, new insights, what might actually help with everything going on here.
As someone with no plans for marriage herself, she still manages not to make a face. Although that's more down to her father passing on his poker skills from before she knew what he was doing, thanks dad. "And the children, are they given any sort of say in this?" It's...well, if a marriage is brokered in a way that allows for love and happiness then she can support it but when it's the old dictating the lives of the young it doesn't sit well with her. A person's life is theirs to live after all.
"Do you mean veins such as-" Instead of finishing, she turns over her hand, tapping her wrist to trace where the veins are under the skin because in her head that would make sense. Bloodlines, veins, magic, all running through them, somehow building up as the blood intermingles same as certain traits become more prominent the more closely related certain families become depending how tightly they wish to tie their fortunes. But she would rather know, though she does pull a face at the last part. "Mobile phone?"
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"Having so many audiences with as many as possible was always done but she has far more than those who ruled before her, especially with those who travel. Though, unlike Thedas, we actually do sail far more places than anyone seems to have done in Thedas. Our world doesn't abruptly stop." If it weren't for the anchor shard keeping her tied to other rifters and thus to the Inquisition, trying to sail off somewhere else if she could find the crew would maybe be in her top priorities. After all, who knows what they might find, what new information, new insights, what might actually help with everything going on here.
As someone with no plans for marriage herself, she still manages not to make a face. Although that's more down to her father passing on his poker skills from before she knew what he was doing, thanks dad. "And the children, are they given any sort of say in this?" It's...well, if a marriage is brokered in a way that allows for love and happiness then she can support it but when it's the old dictating the lives of the young it doesn't sit well with her. A person's life is theirs to live after all.
"Do you mean veins such as-" Instead of finishing, she turns over her hand, tapping her wrist to trace where the veins are under the skin because in her head that would make sense. Bloodlines, veins, magic, all running through them, somehow building up as the blood intermingles same as certain traits become more prominent the more closely related certain families become depending how tightly they wish to tie their fortunes. But she would rather know, though she does pull a face at the last part. "Mobile phone?"