... sitting up in your overlarge room and staring out across the mountains and valleys below Skyhold, still not particularly alone, but hey! Sometimes you're in small group movements with less constant political pressure bearing down!
Rolling her shoulders and brushing off a bit of snake that'd found its way onto her trousers, Ellana moves toward Lila.
"So Leliana is Divine Victoria for you too, that's reassuring. She's already been shaking things up since she was appointed. I'll help as I can, just... less publicly." More strategically (in her opinion), after Solas so thoroughly proved he'd too fully integrated his spies without being ferreted out in the two years he'd been absent, regaining his "strength."
At times, it's too appropriate that so many of the elven swears invoked his name.
She offers a brief smile, and then a more thoughtful look, remaining apples in her basket tangled up with her prosthetic arm attachment shifting about some as she moved.
"Weird time magic, though I'll lay this on the Fox instead of Alexius this go around. For one, by the sounds of it, there're fewer demon armies and red lyrium corruptions over the entirety of Ferelden and Orlais. For another, we're only here in partial bits, best as I followed. Like snatches of our spirits pulled into this realm while the rest of us stay busy back home. Almost like dreaming, only we can't wake up."
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... sitting up in your overlarge room and staring out across the mountains and valleys below Skyhold, still not particularly alone, but hey! Sometimes you're in small group movements with less constant political pressure bearing down!
Rolling her shoulders and brushing off a bit of snake that'd found its way onto her trousers, Ellana moves toward Lila.
"So Leliana is Divine Victoria for you too, that's reassuring. She's already been shaking things up since she was appointed. I'll help as I can, just... less publicly." More strategically (in her opinion), after Solas so thoroughly proved he'd too fully integrated his spies without being ferreted out in the two years he'd been absent, regaining his "strength."
At times, it's too appropriate that so many of the elven swears invoked his name.
She offers a brief smile, and then a more thoughtful look, remaining apples in her basket tangled up with her prosthetic arm attachment shifting about some as she moved.
"Weird time magic, though I'll lay this on the Fox instead of Alexius this go around. For one, by the sounds of it, there're fewer demon armies and red lyrium corruptions over the entirety of Ferelden and Orlais. For another, we're only here in partial bits, best as I followed. Like snatches of our spirits pulled into this realm while the rest of us stay busy back home. Almost like dreaming, only we can't wake up."