GwenaΓ«lle stays what looked like it might've been the beginnings of a roused objection when Coupe fails to herself take a seat; just as well. Fine, Shivana can sit, his most pressing fault being only that he's trailing her least liked Templar. And Yngvi does that, too, damn him--
Nevermind that.
"He welcomed me personally," she says, choosing to ignore everything she doesn't feel like dignifying with a response as is her right as an aristocrat, a young woman, and a royal pain in the arse. "Over-familiarly, if you ask me." No one did, but that's rarely stopped her from offering an opinion regardless.
Now, bearing in mind what she has in almost this very breath said about the Inquisition (her voice itself ought to be memorable enough for one who can't appreciate the unsubtleties of her expressions, touching on the lower register for a woman, youthful, musical, distinctly Orlesian and as distinctly expressive as every other part of her)--
no subject
Nevermind that.
"He welcomed me personally," she says, choosing to ignore everything she doesn't feel like dignifying with a response as is her right as an aristocrat, a young woman, and a royal pain in the arse. "Over-familiarly, if you ask me." No one did, but that's rarely stopped her from offering an opinion regardless.
Now, bearing in mind what she has in almost this very breath said about the Inquisition (her voice itself ought to be memorable enough for one who can't appreciate the unsubtleties of her expressions, touching on the lower register for a woman, youthful, musical, distinctly Orlesian and as distinctly expressive as every other part of her)--
"I didn't care for his tone."