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

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

"I'm not sure I'd expect a repeat trip to Nevarra anytime soon, or at least the capital." She wasn't there for the Grand Necropolis fight, but she sure had to hear about it afterward. What a mess. "That said, I'll look for more assignments that involve beds than tents. That shouldn't be too steep a standard, right?"

Her voice is increasingly more relaxed, as the hair oil and comb are putting her perfectly at ease. She has to remind herself that this is a public bath and they'll have to get out sooner or later. Though what a way to drift off, if it could happen. "It also helps that we've a common enemy to keep everyone distracted...two, if you count people worried about the Qunari from the north. They're always good boogeymen."

[foxsays]

"There are always ways things have to be smoothed over; Zimevur and Castileos are far from friends, they blame us for all that happened from a war they instigated throughout the rest of our world yet we still go there for diplomatic missions as needed, to do what might be done to maintain peace. That's without anything like this." All of it only brings to mind that first discussion with Lady Vivas, her mouth pulling into a frown she knows twists the same as her mother's might. "Yet Nevarra is connected to elsewhere, and close to Tevinter. How many noble families from one nation to another? Cast a stone into the water, you never know how far the ripples travel, what they touch."

Araceli's sure she's said that before, and here in the baths only illustrates the point better as she rises up on her knees to rinse Korrin's hair entirely, to check for any sign of injury that might be lingering that she hadn't spotted already but it bears repeating. Because it's true. Because they don't know. They never know. It's what makes the Inquisition so damned dangerous at times.

"The Qun...I can understand why people are afraid of the Qun." No matter how carefully she says it, it still sounds the way it sounds: I am afraid of the Qun, a thing I can't negotiate with that will take and reshape until there is nothing left. "If they could all be set at each other...but that's why there's a project to look into them and what they're doing. And we should get going, I don't know if you have your ring." Leaning forward, she tilts Korrin's face towards her so she can kiss her before she reluctantly climbs out, wrapping a towel round herself then holding out another.