( It is a very close collision, but Leliana is used to ambushes and sudden movement, and there is a knife drawn and turned towards the young woman before Leliana even has to think of it. The dim morning light dances along the blade, the quiet grays and purples of a sky that has not yet greeted the sky fully.
As soon as she realises who the woman is, Leliana retracts the blade, expression settling into something torn between apology and irritation. )
My apologies. ( And, more warily, ) What were you doing?
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As soon as she realises who the woman is, Leliana retracts the blade, expression settling into something torn between apology and irritation. )
My apologies. ( And, more warily, ) What were you doing?