Cassandra approaches from the direction of the chapel, a tiny shrine that was one of the first non-essential spaces in the castle to be renovated. It is still barely larger than a glorified closet, but it sees constant use, packed with candles and worshipers. Cassandra has avoided it, particularly since the Herald's death, packed as it has been with the most conspicuous displays of mourning. Mother Giselle and the several sisters present give small services throughout the day, but she exits some ten or fifteen minutes after the last group departed.
Stepping out of the cloister and into the sunlight she squints, a hand lifted to block the sun from her eyes. It's like perpetual fall here in Skyhold, but she has never been the type of person to have strong feelings about weather and this is no exception. She continues squinting until her eyes adjust, taking up a stance beside Dorian, arms crossing against her chest as she looks down at his staff, and then at those being clacked together across the way.
"I hope such exercises expend their energy for fighting instead of encouraging them to begin more. We cannot allow this conflict to tear the Inquisition apart from within."
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Cassandra approaches from the direction of the chapel, a tiny shrine that was one of the first non-essential spaces in the castle to be renovated. It is still barely larger than a glorified closet, but it sees constant use, packed with candles and worshipers. Cassandra has avoided it, particularly since the Herald's death, packed as it has been with the most conspicuous displays of mourning. Mother Giselle and the several sisters present give small services throughout the day, but she exits some ten or fifteen minutes after the last group departed.
Stepping out of the cloister and into the sunlight she squints, a hand lifted to block the sun from her eyes. It's like perpetual fall here in Skyhold, but she has never been the type of person to have strong feelings about weather and this is no exception. She continues squinting until her eyes adjust, taking up a stance beside Dorian, arms crossing against her chest as she looks down at his staff, and then at those being clacked together across the way.
"I hope such exercises expend their energy for fighting instead of encouraging them to begin more. We cannot allow this conflict to tear the Inquisition apart from within."