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faderift2016-01-19 10:48 am
lettersfromhome) wrote in faderift2016-01-19 10:48 am
Tell me a story long and true
WHO: Mia Rutherford and OPEN
WHAT: So much to do, so little time. Bustling around Skyhold.
WHEN: Wintermarch. Feel free to fudge the dates as needed.
WHERE: All over the bloody keep.
NOTES: n/a
WHAT: So much to do, so little time. Bustling around Skyhold.
WHEN: Wintermarch. Feel free to fudge the dates as needed.
WHERE: All over the bloody keep.
NOTES: n/a
The weeks press on. The world looks to the Inquisition to see what happens next, the mages and templars struggle to prove their independence and their willingness to work towards the greater good, and a calm finally seems to have settled over the keep in the wake of the abomination attack. Personal trials seem almost trivial in comparison.
Almost. She's still noticeably avoiding Pel, and stiffly departing if the woman ever comes around.
But there's more to be dealt with than one sour encounter. She drops in on Cullen from time to time now, a little less concerned with keeping her distance than she is with how well he's dealing with the lyrium-induced headaches. She visits Katniss soon after hearing about the unfortunate scuffle with one of the soldiers, though part of her is pleased that she's holding her own. There are care packages to be made up and delivered to various families and individuals within Skyhold -- herbs for the healers from the travelers and scouts, and sometimes cookies for the children -- and all in all life is as busy as it should be.
Better than sitting at home in South Reach and fretting, with no one to tend to. Though what must it say about her that she only feels at ease when she's seeing to someone else's needs? Likely nothing she wants to hear, admittedly.
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She glanced over at her, her grey eyes quiet, and there was that flicker of shame, "It is not ..."
Covering Mia's hand with her own, her mouth quirked a little, "Not really sure Cullen wants me defending his honor. He's a big boy, he can defend his own."
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Not that it made the quarrel any less legitimate, nor her anger any less valid. Mia's brow knit tightly together as she regarding the younger woman, her dark eyes resting on her quite solemnly now.
"You've a very difficult path. A human with elven heritage. And doubtlessly there'll be many who question your right to belong anywhere. Every achievement you make will have that shadow cast over it. There will always be those who disparage you for daring to seek a purpose, a path, even a life with those you love. Pay them no heed. Do only what is in your heart, what you know to be right. Not because it will earn their love or respect, but because it is right."
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She stopped, listening to Mia but looking off at the distance as she processed those words. After a moment, she looked back at her, her grey eyes solemn in turn.
"I know that is the right way for me, for my life. To do the right thing, to follow my heart and not my fears, or even my anger. I'm not doing it for their respect. I'm not doing it for the glory. I'm doing it to be the person Pel always thought I was. That I want to be."
She turned to face Mia, "But that's all I have to give your brother, Mia. I don't have lands. I don't have a dowry. I've got my honor, my skills, and a bucketload of stubborn determination. Is that going to be enough?"
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"That's up to the two of you to decide, dear. No one else."
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"Thank you, Mia."
She leaned in, and gave the other woman a light hug and a peck on the cheek.
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