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casual !!! reminder that andrxil is grounded !! for the next 500 years !!!

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andrxil

“Please tell me it was not the talk about father that summened you, sister.”

He looks away to hide embarassment.

                                         Dalish elves r e f e r to as                                                                   "the Creators"

    There was a hint of sarcasm noted from the other, so     her parents did name her after Andruil? Weird, yet     interesting all at the same time. Shrugging off any     strange feelings, she begins to shake her head to     the given question.

    ‘I do not, never saw the point. Don’t believe in much.’

The focus he had sacrificed so much for – much of which was not, truly, his to sacrifice – was out of his grasp, now. He had to start anew, using the power and soul of his dear friend to fix what he had broken.

Solas had no way of knowing one of their own had finally managed to break through the prison he had crafted for them. He had no way of knowing the walls that had held them for millennia were already crumbling. It had lasted this long; surely even now that he roamed Thedas, the prison would remain intact? Solas had made it to last through the ages, after all.

Her voice echoed throughout the forest with the rage of centuries fueling it. Solas spun around, staff at the ready.

“Little pup?” An eyebrow arched, even as the shock of seeing her — Andruil, Huntress of the Gods – unchanged rocked him onto his heels. “I do believe I’m old enough to be well past that, Huntress,” Solas said, voice mild.

Her icy blue eyes were wide and wild, untamed like the beasts she used to slay. Her madness was evident in every breath, from centuries ago wandering the Void. The corruption of her mind and loss of memories would linger and change her-- despite how much Mythal attempted to heal her so many years ago.

“But your mentality hasn’t changed in the slightest, wolf.” She growled out, venom dripping off of every letter in just that one word. “Still idiotic-- thinking you could simply get away from all of this. Blood and force, Fen’harel-- and you shall be the blood on my arrow.”

   Andruil, as in? Any color that flushed her features    were beginning to drain; expression falling as if she    had seen some ghost. Andruil. While she does not    believe in elven cultures, she is not stupid - she    knows of them. Possibly someone just named their    daughter after her? Surely not uncommon. 

        ‘I take it your mother really            appreciated Andruil, yeah?’

“Oh yes, the bow and arrow is a tradition appreciated in my family. Hunters can only appreciate her.” The grin never left her features as she spoke. The tall and well built woman leaned closer to Sera, icy blue eyes peering at the other.