She would inquire after what precipitated this disaffection, but with Thor being both the man he is and the favored son most like because of it, she might very well hazard a guess. After all, of his parents, it is not Odin Loki takes after.
There is a reason the Divine has a Left Hand as well as a Right, however, and the probability of Loki’s subtler talents having gone overlooked or unappreciated chafes at her far more than any obstacle to her social ambitions. In fact, to some small surprise, the latter has almost entirely ceased to be important at all.
But Thor is still talking, and Alexandrie finds herself nodding slowly at his thoughts. Especially now that she has been reminded of the Divine's Left Hand and her place in the Inquisition. She would not be surprised in the slightest if Sister Nightingale were indeed playing the Game of Nations in the way he suggests.
"I think," she says finally, "that if those are indeed the secondary priorities of the Inquisition, that they are being set higher in command than anyone in Kirkwall." She does not say, however, that he is wrong. "But that even if there are not such plans, the organization should be prepared to address that it is having such an effect and to attempt to compensate for it." She turns the cup slightly in its saucer. "It will no doubt protest, and quite convincingly, I imagine, that the power of Corypheus warrants expediency and results more than it does a plan that requires it to tiptoe around the sovereignty of the nations of Thedas. And now, having seen..." Alexandrie trails off, shaking her head slightly as she nearly feels the vibration of the ground in her feet as the Archon's palace is ripped from the earth, "I would agree with it. So. It is worthwhile to be distrusting, to continue to question, but such thoughts will not prevent me from rendering whatever service I may."
A lengthy considering pause as she turns the cup again, watches the leaves slowly resettle themselves, and then gently inquires after all.
"May I ask what transpired, to cause such ill-feeling between your brother and father?"
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There is a reason the Divine has a Left Hand as well as a Right, however, and the probability of Loki’s subtler talents having gone overlooked or unappreciated chafes at her far more than any obstacle to her social ambitions. In fact, to some small surprise, the latter has almost entirely ceased to be important at all.
But Thor is still talking, and Alexandrie finds herself nodding slowly at his thoughts. Especially now that she has been reminded of the Divine's Left Hand and her place in the Inquisition. She would not be surprised in the slightest if Sister Nightingale were indeed playing the Game of Nations in the way he suggests.
"I think," she says finally, "that if those are indeed the secondary priorities of the Inquisition, that they are being set higher in command than anyone in Kirkwall." She does not say, however, that he is wrong. "But that even if there are not such plans, the organization should be prepared to address that it is having such an effect and to attempt to compensate for it." She turns the cup slightly in its saucer. "It will no doubt protest, and quite convincingly, I imagine, that the power of Corypheus warrants expediency and results more than it does a plan that requires it to tiptoe around the sovereignty of the nations of Thedas. And now, having seen..." Alexandrie trails off, shaking her head slightly as she nearly feels the vibration of the ground in her feet as the Archon's palace is ripped from the earth, "I would agree with it. So. It is worthwhile to be distrusting, to continue to question, but such thoughts will not prevent me from rendering whatever service I may."
A lengthy considering pause as she turns the cup again, watches the leaves slowly resettle themselves, and then gently inquires after all.
"May I ask what transpired, to cause such ill-feeling between your brother and father?"