But the Stars are not gods, they say

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli, Yngvi, Morrigan, Brónach ; open
WHAT: Catch-all for Drakonis
WHEN: Handwaved points through Drakonis
WHERE: Kirkwall + Sundermount
NOTES: If you want a specific starter, grab me on deathwailart or bansheesquad#0389 and we can work something out. Starters in the comments

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[elegiaque]

“You've been speaking with too many men,” Gwenaëlle says, critically, tilting her head back with the pull of the comb and looking up to nothing in particular on the ceiling, its elaborate molding. Free of braids, her hair is heavy curls to her waist and soft, well-tended. Clean, spoiled thing fond of her baths that she is. Black ribbon unravels from it, a simple adornment. “I never understood the idea of rifters banding together. Remind everyone how different you are and stand in a group where its easier to aim. And just imagine someone like Thranduil with some of the other rifters, for that matter—”

She met Church, the once, that's probably who she's thinking of.

“It's even less smart, now. After what happened.”

How easily they could all have been forgotten. It's a lesson she's taken quite to heart.

[foxsays]

"A hazard of the job." How much better life is now that both her superiors are women but it's the way men seem so entitled to the last word that she can't stand. How many of them there are about. Maybe she's so used to being surrounded by women, she thinks, where she'd spend so much time being able to have just this sort of conversation while they were getting ready for the day, or for bed, or going somewhere else.

"There was a time very early on when things in Skyhold were," what's the best word for it that she can grasp, "reactionary to say the least that the idea of at least having some common ground was there. I was younger. Things changed. I saw where I needed to be and what was being asked, that this Inquisition has to succeed and that it's selfish for me to stand separate from it, to not give my all."

Her hands slow. It's-- there's not an exact word for how she feels about what happened to her, to any of them, she hasn't talked about it to Korrin and doesn't imagine that she ever will unless it erupts one day from wherever she's hidden it. The agreeable noise doesn't quite come however, even as she resumes combing through one section.

"I forgot. Before. I already forgot things, not the same way, not enough that others forgot me but I forgot everything about this place once."