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[lettersfromhome]

WHO: Mia Rutherford and you!
WHAT: The Commander's sister arrives at Skyhold.
WHEN: Just after people start trickling back in from the Mire.
WHERE: Skyhold's bailey.
NOTES: n/a

At last, she's made her way to the keep. It's been no small journey, but only a little farther than one she took not so many years ago. Then again, that had been years ago. A full decade now, and she might have been starting to feel it, whatever she might have said to the contrary.

That wasn't stopping Mia from bearing her own load, carrying her own belongings, and walking right alongside the next caravan headed to Skyhold.

She was glad now for the fur she'd brought with her, tucked tightly about her shoulders atop a well-used cloak. It was about as cold as she'd expected this far up in the mountains, though the sun had seen fit to peek through the clouds, and the snow was visisbly melting in the courtyard, leaving muddy puddles and little patches of green here and there. Mia's dark eyes shifted over the length of the bailey, over the scouts and soldiers and various people bustling about. Refugees, pilgrims, mercenaries, mages, templars...more than a few elves, and even a Qunari or two. Anyone else might have felt suddenly small in the midst of all this.

Instead her back straightened, and the first passerby who didn't appear overly burdened by something to do was promptly approached.

"Pardon me, but I was hoping to speak to whoever is assigning work and quarters to newcomers."

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[lettersfromhome]

"So they may stand in the face of a...creature of Chantry legend, but I should refrain from frightening them."

Oh, the looks she gives him at that. She doesn't put her hands to her hips quite yet, but it's a close thing.