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faderift2015-11-20 09:38 am
keeperofmagi) wrote in faderift2015-11-20 09:38 am
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WHO: Nerva Lecuyer and literally anyone who wants in on the fun
WHAT: A Templar escorting two Tranquil arrives at Skyhold
WHEN: From nowish and open to people as they come back from the Mire
WHERE: The courtyard
NOTES: lots of hatred
WHAT: A Templar escorting two Tranquil arrives at Skyhold
WHEN: From nowish and open to people as they come back from the Mire
WHERE: The courtyard
NOTES: lots of hatred
It was incredibly cold, and getting colder, but the deep fur cloak around her shoulders insulated her armour and kept most of the wind off, so it was bearable. Her charges, however - two Tranquil that she had rescued as she fled from the Templars - were difficult. They would not mind the cold even if it was killing them, so she had to be extra vigilant in checking them over for frostbite every night that they made camp. When they finally made it to Skyhold, her soul was as exhausted as her body, and she only made a very cursory introduction before pleading for a place to lay her head, and for protection for the Tranquil. Once she had both, she slept for a long time.
The next morning was bright and clear, and the air felt warmer in the castle despite the early winter that stormed in the mountains around them. She was at a loss, for a few minutes, as to what she should be doing - the entire Inquistion unfamiliar and disconcerting. So few templars, and so many mages, coming and going freely, with no regulation or safety structures in place...
She would take her concerns directly to the leaders of the Inquisition, once she better understood the situation. Until then, it was time to get her bearings.
Training in the courtyard made things easier - let her take her mind off of everything and focus only on shield and blade. She had to pause, however, as she found that her two charges were watching her, waiting for orders.
"The Inquisition is our Order now," she told them solemnly. "You do not report to me, but I am at your disposal if you are in need of any assistance." She knew that assistance would never be requested, but she would offer it again, when she saw them.
Later, she would spend a long time in the Chantry, trying to find some kind of guidance.
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The elf shrugs. He heard the way she spoke, with such intensity. It's almost impressive, really.
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The shrug does nothing to soothe her disquiet, but beyond another twitch in her expression, she prides herself in not snapping at him. He was Dalish, after all. They had all the moral conviction of a spindleweed. She shouldn't expect any less.
So she clears her throat to throttle her growing temple, and frowns. "May your life be so unaffected by the outcome," She said, instead, not really noticing that it could either be well wishing, or a curse. "The Dalish, perhaps, can afford such short vision. The rest of us cannot."
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Then the smile returns with an abrupt chuckle, his hand raising to his mouth to cover it. He breathes in and tips his hat back.
"Ah, yeah. The Dalish. They can afford that all right." He snorts. "You aren't wrong about that."
His tone sounds wry, dripping with something -- distaste, maybe. Not necessarily at her opinion, but it could be interpreted either way.
"Welcome to Skyhold, little lady." Fate winks at her. "Twisted Fate is the name. I'm sure we'll talk again, and it'll be quite chat."
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She clipped her heels together, and gave a short nod of her head - the shallowest bow she could imagine, which was almost mocking. "Thank you for your guidance, Ser."
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He grins sharply and nods his head to her before wiggling his fingers in a farewell gesture. Turning smoothly on one heel, he heads off, back in the direction of the tavern.