Hey, some people made them look good! Even hot! But everyone was about ten years older than she was, she was only twenty-five, so she didn't feel right about trying to date anyone. Not that she had time for dating, not with the end of the world riding her ass.
She was fascinated by the spirit people. This was a world full of magic and she was all too eager to explore. And maybe be able to sit back and put her feet up for a little while, that would be nice. Glorified child minder!
"Felix was nice! His dad, though--it was only fair that he spend the rest of his life helping the mages he'd enslaved! Turnabout being fair play and so on." She liked to make the punishments fit the crimes, with a side of creativity. See also her decision to make Celene, Gaspard, and Briala play nice together, they were all terrible people who justified killing and backstabbing because they and they alone thought they were right.
And she chooses to not rise to the bait of being called very human. She's still and probably always will be mad at Solas for tricking her, for making her think he was her friend. And in retrospect, his comments that she was unusually wise for a human seemed like backhanded compliments at best. Cruel jokes at worst.
Lila's eyes light up at the sight of the oncoming snakes. Huzzah! A tension-breaker! Nothing worked better than being in life or death combat together to make friends.
"I'm not gonna try," she called out. "I'm gonna succeed!" And she turned all of her willpower, something often masked by acting silly and completely frivolous, towards the ground, towards the weapons, and they start rising out of the ground.
Swords and polearms and daggers and weapons the likes of which she'd never seen before rise from the earth and her grin turns a touch savage. She really, really liked making people underestimate her. Corypheus, the Qunari, Solas, the more dumb they thought she was, the better it was to completely destroy that illusion by kicking every last little bit of their asses.
"Okay!" She concentrates on the weapons, on the space where they inhabited, and then on the snakes. Those snakes were so dead. They just didn't know it yet.
With a quick, decisive move she sends as many weapons as she can manage at the snakes, they're not dead yet, but they're close. Bleeding ichor all over the ground and how in the Maker's name was she going to explain this to whomever was in charge. The Fox.
Oh, well. She'd figure that out later. That seemed to have become the story of her life.
"Ready when you are," she called out in a sing-song voice.
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She was fascinated by the spirit people. This was a world full of magic and she was all too eager to explore. And maybe be able to sit back and put her feet up for a little while, that would be nice. Glorified child minder!
"Felix was nice! His dad, though--it was only fair that he spend the rest of his life helping the mages he'd enslaved! Turnabout being fair play and so on." She liked to make the punishments fit the crimes, with a side of creativity. See also her decision to make Celene, Gaspard, and Briala play nice together, they were all terrible people who justified killing and backstabbing because they and they alone thought they were right.
And she chooses to not rise to the bait of being called very human. She's still and probably always will be mad at Solas for tricking her, for making her think he was her friend. And in retrospect, his comments that she was unusually wise for a human seemed like backhanded compliments at best. Cruel jokes at worst.
Lila's eyes light up at the sight of the oncoming snakes. Huzzah! A tension-breaker! Nothing worked better than being in life or death combat together to make friends.
"I'm not gonna try," she called out. "I'm gonna succeed!" And she turned all of her willpower, something often masked by acting silly and completely frivolous, towards the ground, towards the weapons, and they start rising out of the ground.
Swords and polearms and daggers and weapons the likes of which she'd never seen before rise from the earth and her grin turns a touch savage. She really, really liked making people underestimate her. Corypheus, the Qunari, Solas, the more dumb they thought she was, the better it was to completely destroy that illusion by kicking every last little bit of their asses.
"Okay!" She concentrates on the weapons, on the space where they inhabited, and then on the snakes. Those snakes were so dead. They just didn't know it yet.
With a quick, decisive move she sends as many weapons as she can manage at the snakes, they're not dead yet, but they're close. Bleeding ichor all over the ground and how in the Maker's name was she going to explain this to whomever was in charge. The Fox.
Oh, well. She'd figure that out later. That seemed to have become the story of her life.
"Ready when you are," she called out in a sing-song voice.