( that is quite a few questions all at once, and petrana considers the best way to answer them — where to start. with the last question, then: )
Indeed, as was Thranduil Baudin who held the post previously. ( the latter name she speaks with no great warmth, though she doesn't linger on whatever antipathy is there, continuing: ) For a time, I held the post of ambassador. There is much that can be achieved from even our strange beginnings, if one is willing to earn their place.
( and as much as she dislikes thranduil personally — as much as she is not convinced that his priorities align where she, personally, thinks they ought to — she cannot claim that she thinks he did not fairly earn the post he held when he held it. his choice to step down is a curious one to her, though she is perfectly happy not to look a gift-horse in the mouth. stark... she knows less well. )
I can't claim great acquaintance with our current Provost; I have spoken with him only briefly, as his work and my own have little enough overlapped prior to his appointment, which is quite new indeed. But he has been here for perhaps a year, before it, and there is confidence in him. In an organization more aligned with the Chantry — certainly more explicitly aligned with it — we might not be permitted such heights, no matter our suitability or ethic. Riftwatch,
( a sigh, as she works with the pins. )
When we were dispatched to Kirkwall, it was a shift in philosophy from Mother Inquisition. Riftwatch contains all of us who arrived her uniquely, and the native-born shard-bearers who share our burden, ( an illustrative gesture of the hand that bears her shard of the anchor, and the fact that it isn't only rifters who do is certainly useful information, ) as well as any number of recalcitrant individuals less suited to falling in line with the Inquisition's more — repressive instincts.
With the benefit of hindsight, I might say that our break from the Inquisition proper was inevitable from the time we took over the Gallows. As to the war,
Corypheus tore open the Fade in 9:41 Dragon. It is presently 9:47.
no subject
Indeed, as was Thranduil Baudin who held the post previously. ( the latter name she speaks with no great warmth, though she doesn't linger on whatever antipathy is there, continuing: ) For a time, I held the post of ambassador. There is much that can be achieved from even our strange beginnings, if one is willing to earn their place.
( and as much as she dislikes thranduil personally — as much as she is not convinced that his priorities align where she, personally, thinks they ought to — she cannot claim that she thinks he did not fairly earn the post he held when he held it. his choice to step down is a curious one to her, though she is perfectly happy not to look a gift-horse in the mouth. stark... she knows less well. )
I can't claim great acquaintance with our current Provost; I have spoken with him only briefly, as his work and my own have little enough overlapped prior to his appointment, which is quite new indeed. But he has been here for perhaps a year, before it, and there is confidence in him. In an organization more aligned with the Chantry — certainly more explicitly aligned with it — we might not be permitted such heights, no matter our suitability or ethic. Riftwatch,
( a sigh, as she works with the pins. )
When we were dispatched to Kirkwall, it was a shift in philosophy from Mother Inquisition. Riftwatch contains all of us who arrived her uniquely, and the native-born shard-bearers who share our burden, ( an illustrative gesture of the hand that bears her shard of the anchor, and the fact that it isn't only rifters who do is certainly useful information, ) as well as any number of recalcitrant individuals less suited to falling in line with the Inquisition's more — repressive instincts.
With the benefit of hindsight, I might say that our break from the Inquisition proper was inevitable from the time we took over the Gallows. As to the war,
Corypheus tore open the Fade in 9:41 Dragon. It is presently 9:47.
( we're in it for the long haul, baby. )