Sigrun gives a certain duo of Wardens a pointed look, akin to the way one might stare at a misbehaving dog. No ill will, just a pair of eyes that convey you know what you did without having to say it out loud. Not that she’s been a picture perfect companion for the entire trip— Far from it. The journey has been an emotional rollercoaster, and everyone has had their ups and downs at one point or another. They are but mortal men and women, dealing with the poor hand that live has dealt them.
But this particular complaint is one that does not apply to her, so of course she’s going to rub it in.
Crossing her arms, she leans back against the gates and allows herself a deep breath. Their fight’s not over, she knows, far from it. In reality, it’s just beginning. This is a step in the right direction, however, and the walls of Skyhold offer safety that not even the mountains could provide. Sigrun hasn’t felt this at ease since before all the demon army nonsense began, and relief washes over like a cool wave, her muscles relaxing as the imminent threat of death by Grey Wardens ebbs away.
The sensation is promptly followed by an overwhelming amount of exhaustion setting in. Nothing like arriving at your destination to make you realize how long the journey was to get there. But she can’t rest just yet, not until she knows where they stand. One ankle is draped over the other, leaving her in a pose that implies she is much cooler than she actually is, before she turns her gaze towards everyone else. Time to approach the elephant in the room. Or courtyard. Semantics.
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Sigrun gives a certain duo of Wardens a pointed look, akin to the way one might stare at a misbehaving dog. No ill will, just a pair of eyes that convey you know what you did without having to say it out loud. Not that she’s been a picture perfect companion for the entire trip— Far from it. The journey has been an emotional rollercoaster, and everyone has had their ups and downs at one point or another. They are but mortal men and women, dealing with the poor hand that live has dealt them.
But this particular complaint is one that does not apply to her, so of course she’s going to rub it in.
Crossing her arms, she leans back against the gates and allows herself a deep breath. Their fight’s not over, she knows, far from it. In reality, it’s just beginning. This is a step in the right direction, however, and the walls of Skyhold offer safety that not even the mountains could provide. Sigrun hasn’t felt this at ease since before all the demon army nonsense began, and relief washes over like a cool wave, her muscles relaxing as the imminent threat of death by Grey Wardens ebbs away.
The sensation is promptly followed by an overwhelming amount of exhaustion setting in. Nothing like arriving at your destination to make you realize how long the journey was to get there. But she can’t rest just yet, not until she knows where they stand. One ankle is draped over the other, leaving her in a pose that implies she is much cooler than she actually is, before she turns her gaze towards everyone else. Time to approach the elephant in the room. Or courtyard. Semantics.
“So. What now?”