A GHOST OF A MEMORY

                                Mama’s home.

     She’s seen his face before, in the lingering remnants of a dream too vivid to be shunned away easily. It is a face that sticks out so obviously and purposefully that only a fool would refuse to acknowledge the signs. It came as no surprise that there he stood, in the hustle and bustle of Val Royeaux, so casually intersecting her path. Something akin to deja vu swept over the ancient elf, the familiar steps to a dance she’s performed over centuries. While she knew she’d have to deal with the situation eventually, she didn’t particularly wish to initiate their meeting. And so, head tucked beneath pale hooded cloak, she made her way to the stall beside him, her body bristled in anticipation and annoyance for the unfortunate events to come. 

     ❝While the sentiment is appreciated, I’d fear that you’d simply explode without exerting your… enthusiasm. Of all things in Skyhold you could stab, I suppose my maps are the least harmful. All I ask is that you do not harm the more intricate ones.❞ 

     ❝ Since joining this inquisition, I could not help but notice that you, Inquisitor, seem to be one of the few with a drive to reach our goals. Our soldiers care little for the cause it seems, except that they may be adorned with the title of hero, our other companions can be... eccentric and easily distracted and the advisers care more about how we appear to the public. Public support is fine and well, but it does nothing to aid you in piercing Corypheus’s heart. I do wish everyone had your attitude in regards to the situation at hand. If I may aid in more important ways, other than being a simple cartographer, you need only ask. ❞  

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       ❝ You’re losing your touch, my dear. I heard you all the way down the corridor. Do you need something of me? ❞

         ❝ Dorian. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? Have you come to test my knowledge for more secrets? Or do you simply desire my company? It is not often you make the journey to my quarters. ❞

I have both muse and time! Starter call!

❝ I beg your pardon, but I must have heard you incorrectly. You want me to do what, exactly? ❞