Noble daughters and chevaliers are a little over-done, I fear. ( I trust you remember that, says she, and Leliana would be hard pressed to say she missed the condescension, even if she would fight someone to the death before letting harm before any one of her companions. Brutality has its place; intention is, she feels, very important. Unlike Morrigan, Leliana is entirely capable of resisting the urge to roll her eyes, just casting a look to the moon in what could be a pensive or distinctly grant me patience sort of way. It's hard to tell, sometimes, but where the courtiers of Orlais adopt literal masks, Leliana's have become more subtle.
Subtle, of course, until she exhales a quiet breath of laughter. Bluntly; ) This world is rotten. At least, so much of the power in it is, and with power comes the sculpting hand. ( There is something colder in her voice than what might have been there so many years ago, less earnest, but a fire that still burns regardless. ) But for all that I feel it should be remade, there is some good that might be preserved - the very reason it should be remade, at all. I can fight for the most radical reforms, and still believe in beauty.
( And finally she turns to face her old - acquaintance? friend? who knows, honestly - back straight and hands held behind her, head canted just slightly as she sweeps an assessing gaze over Morrigan. After a moment's pause, )
You know, most people start a conversation with a greeting.
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( I trust you remember that, says she, and Leliana would be hard pressed to say she missed the condescension, even if she would fight someone to the death before letting harm before any one of her companions. Brutality has its place; intention is, she feels, very important. Unlike Morrigan, Leliana is entirely capable of resisting the urge to roll her eyes, just casting a look to the moon in what could be a pensive or distinctly grant me patience sort of way. It's hard to tell, sometimes, but where the courtiers of Orlais adopt literal masks, Leliana's have become more subtle.
Subtle, of course, until she exhales a quiet breath of laughter. Bluntly; ) This world is rotten. At least, so much of the power in it is, and with power comes the sculpting hand.
( There is something colder in her voice than what might have been there so many years ago, less earnest, but a fire that still burns regardless. ) But for all that I feel it should be remade, there is some good that might be preserved - the very reason it should be remade, at all. I can fight for the most radical reforms, and still believe in beauty.
( And finally she turns to face her old - acquaintance? friend? who knows, honestly - back straight and hands held behind her, head canted just slightly as she sweeps an assessing gaze over Morrigan. After a moment's pause, )
You know, most people start a conversation with a greeting.