[ aiding in the embroidering of the vast wealth of GwenaĆ«lleās veil and transcription and research in the library with Kitty are the only two spans of time Alexandrie actually enjoys spending within the Inquisitionās dour island fortress. So, when Gwen lets her know the mountain shall be coming to her, it is curious enough to mark.
Particularly so when once settled in her appropriated (granted?) sitting room in Lokiās wing of the house it looks like the woman is envisioning the needle she so expertly wields piercing something besides the whisper-fine cloth they have stretched in hoops in their laps every time she takes a stitch.
Really, thereās only a few things that cause that. And really really... well. So, with her eyebrows raised even as she keeps eyes on her work: ]
but she doesn't immediately follow it up, weighing her words. there are certain things that, regardless of how infuriatingly vague they felt in the moment, do not need to be repeated. or at least, not repeated to anyone whose mother isn't mythal. it still leaves plenty she might comment onā )
What he always does, ( a bit darkly. and then, a gesture, ) And I don't know who's going to plan this fucking thing any more because if I have to deal with that fucking Lakshmi woman I will scream.
[ She's not entirely sure what 'what he always does' is, save ever so often irritate his wife to the point of incandescent silence, departure, and violence upon cloth. But as much as she desperately wants to try to tease it out of Gwen like wool from a distaff to gather it in condensed anger (suitable for knitting with), she's not keen on getting pecked back for her troubles, and so takes the offered second path with ease. ]
Oh, only stranded half a dozen of us in the Fade because she hasn't got the sense the Maker gave a turnip.
( thranduilāit's complicated. she is and is not angry at him; calmer than she might have been about the whole thing even six months prior, all this practise they've got now about speaking their piece and actually listening, but it's so...she wishes they could be honest, always, that she could expect more than she does. it frustrates her, but she chases herself in a circle with it; she doesn't know how else she'd solve it than how they have.
lakshmi, on the other hand, inspires an entirely uncomplicated fury. )
[ Lexie's needle stills halfway through a stitch as her thoughts try, and ultimately fail, to catch up with the entirety of what Gwen's statement means. Stranded in the Fade? How would one even
through a Rift?
Truth or not, she reacts to that thought immediately as if it were. ]
She went back through a... [ Gwen had said 'us'. Lexie's eyes widen with horror now rather than incredulity. ] you went into a Rift? And she left you trapped on the otherāMerciful Andraste, Gigi, how did you get back out?
Oh, she didn't leave us, she led us. She believed, because she didn't fucking bother asking what happens when you fall through a rift, that leaping through would naturally return her precisely where she left.
( 'like an idiot', her tone implies, but don't worry that she's not going to be sufficiently explicit on the matter: )
Because she's a fucking idiot.
It was... ( a grimace. they're out now. that's what matters. it wasn't an experience she's keen to rehash and the exact mechanics of how they leave haven't been settled on, but she's not done being angry about it. and probably won't be for some time. )
It's happened before. Not on purpose, not because of some inconsiderate cunt failing to think before she puts one foot in the other, butāMaker, years ago now. Thranduil was there, I want to say they were in the Western Approach. Physically in the Fade, like the Herald. All she had to do was ask someone. What happens when you do that is on record.
[ This is where, if she thought worse of her companion or was trying to needle them, she would say something akin to 'she could not have led if you had not followed', but neither case is true. As cross as Gwen is about it, surely if there had been another route to take she would have done so. Letting fools pull their own lever at the gallows is not something Lexie knows her friend to stint on. ]
There are ever people [ stubborn Queens (herself, if she were being honest, but she isn't), ] who when you assure them a thing has been tried and cannot be done, they simply assume it failed because you did not have them the first time.
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Particularly so when once settled in her appropriated (granted?) sitting room in Lokiās wing of the house it looks like the woman is envisioning the needle she so expertly wields piercing something besides the whisper-fine cloth they have stretched in hoops in their laps every time she takes a stitch.
Really, thereās only a few things that cause that. And really really... well. So, with her eyebrows raised even as she keeps eyes on her work: ]
What has he done now?
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but she doesn't immediately follow it up, weighing her words. there are certain things that, regardless of how infuriatingly vague they felt in the moment, do not need to be repeated. or at least, not repeated to anyone whose mother isn't mythal. it still leaves plenty she might comment onā )
What he always does, ( a bit darkly. and then, a gesture, ) And I don't know who's going to plan this fucking thing any more because if I have to deal with that fucking Lakshmi woman I will scream.
( now that is much safer complaint ground. )
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What has she done now?
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( thranduilāit's complicated. she is and is not angry at him; calmer than she might have been about the whole thing even six months prior, all this practise they've got now about speaking their piece and actually listening, but it's so...she wishes they could be honest, always, that she could expect more than she does. it frustrates her, but she chases herself in a circle with it; she doesn't know how else she'd solve it than how they have.
lakshmi, on the other hand, inspires an entirely uncomplicated fury. )
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through a Rift?
Truth or not, she reacts to that thought immediately as if it were. ]
She went back through a... [ Gwen had said 'us'. Lexie's eyes widen with horror now rather than incredulity. ] you went into a Rift? And she left you trapped on the otherāMerciful Andraste, Gigi, how did you get back out?
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( 'like an idiot', her tone implies, but don't worry that she's not going to be sufficiently explicit on the matter: )
Because she's a fucking idiot.
It was... ( a grimace. they're out now. that's what matters. it wasn't an experience she's keen to rehash
and the exact mechanics of how they leave haven't been settled on, but she's not done being angry about it. and probably won't be for some time. )It's happened before. Not on purpose, not because of some inconsiderate cunt failing to think before she puts one foot in the other, butāMaker, years ago now. Thranduil was there, I want to say they were in the Western Approach. Physically in the Fade, like the Herald. All she had to do was ask someone. What happens when you do that is on record.
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There are ever people [ stubborn Queens (herself, if she were being honest, but she isn't), ] who when you assure them a thing has been tried and cannot be done, they simply assume it failed because you did not have them the first time.