The soiree had been Hermione's first real exposure to Thedosians outside of the Inquisition, and it had been something of an eye-opener. And not a pleasant one, at that. Nobles kept approaching her as though expecting her to lash out, or worse, as though expecting her to do a trick. If she hadn't been escorted out of there by Mal less than halfway through the night, she just might have lashed out as they'd half-expected, and that wouldn't have ended well for her at all.
The days after had mostly been spent speaking to her friends who were natives of this world, trying to figure out if that sort of behavior was the norm or if only the nobility was privy to those sorts of prejudices. The answers she'd gotten hadn't been promising, and so she eventually decided to turn to someone else who had offered to give her answers whenever she might need them.
She's not even entirely up the spiral staircase leading to the rookery before she catches sight of something sparkly on the floor that grows more and more pronounced the closer she gets. By the time she's at the top of the stairs, she can't help staring at the fine dusting of glitter everywhere, to the point where she assumes that this is how the rookery always is.
When she does spot Leliana, she tilts her head a bit curiously, lightly kicking up a small spray of glitter up from the floor after approaching her. "I'm surprised this hasn't infiltrated the library. I don't remember the owlery at home being like this."
Probably late Drakonis
The days after had mostly been spent speaking to her friends who were natives of this world, trying to figure out if that sort of behavior was the norm or if only the nobility was privy to those sorts of prejudices. The answers she'd gotten hadn't been promising, and so she eventually decided to turn to someone else who had offered to give her answers whenever she might need them.
She's not even entirely up the spiral staircase leading to the rookery before she catches sight of something sparkly on the floor that grows more and more pronounced the closer she gets. By the time she's at the top of the stairs, she can't help staring at the fine dusting of glitter everywhere, to the point where she assumes that this is how the rookery always is.
When she does spot Leliana, she tilts her head a bit curiously, lightly kicking up a small spray of glitter up from the floor after approaching her. "I'm surprised this hasn't infiltrated the library. I don't remember the owlery at home being like this."