Two decades later, she would still know the smell anywhere. That's what strikes first, what wakes her before the noise, what chills her blood before before the sight of the moonlight reflecting off wet bone, before the taste of smoke on the air. The foetid contents of torn intestines, the sharp and metallic smell of fresh blood, the unmistakable reek of burning flesh-
-She's a girl again, staring down her fallen keeper, as if no time has passed at all.
"With me!" She shouts, loud as she dares. The abomination pays her no heed, focussed upon its slow, deliberate journey toward Skyhold's heart, and this gives her the courage to shout louder, hoping to attract the attention of anyone who, like her, isn't keen to fight the thing. "With me! To the stables! Bring the injured!"
(Gathering non-fighters to safety)
Two decades later, she would still know the smell anywhere. That's what strikes first, what wakes her before the noise, what chills her blood before before the sight of the moonlight reflecting off wet bone, before the taste of smoke on the air. The foetid contents of torn intestines, the sharp and metallic smell of fresh blood, the unmistakable reek of burning flesh-
-She's a girl again, staring down her fallen keeper, as if no time has passed at all.
"With me!" She shouts, loud as she dares. The abomination pays her no heed, focussed upon its slow, deliberate journey toward Skyhold's heart, and this gives her the courage to shout louder, hoping to attract the attention of anyone who, like her, isn't keen to fight the thing. "With me! To the stables! Bring the injured!"