Seeker

Large green eyes blinked in surprised before she looked to the Inquisitor’s retreating back. Was the Seeker always so blunt? The question itself threw her and she couldn’t help but wonder herself, though that was probably best for another time. With a small quirk of full lips her attention turned back to Cassandra  “More than Dwarves but less than Elves?” 

“Honestly Seeker, how am I to answer such a question. I have only ever met one other like myself and he is the ex- saarabas that trained me.”

Sarcasm. She hated that. Cassandra got more than enough of that from Varric and Dorian. “Amusing.” Her voice was flat. This was why she didn’t go out of her way to speak to people. Becoming more friendly was becoming a thorn in her side, just as she assumed it would. “You’ve known no others?”

You learn missing people is something that distracts you from what is important. But there are times when I do still deeply miss my brother.

Is this serious? By the Maker, this is such a pointless question. I don’t know what you expect me to say? Being in charge is one. I think that is quite obvious however. I enjoy being the one who tells people what to do.

I would say Leliana. I know her best, she is a friend and I trust her. Not an exciting answer you were looking for. 

“.... A completely finished Swords and Shields.”

“As if I have time for that. As if anyone has the time for that.”

Sometimes it helped, letting out some of that energy. Most of the time people ignored her, they didn’t come into this part of the training yard, sometimes Bull and his men did. For the most part however she was left alone. That wasn’t the case today it seemed. Turning to the man who’d walked up she bent over to pick up her sword. “I hope what you have to tell me is important.” @primitxs

soundless, softly sitting upon the wall, cole overlooked the people in the lower courtyard with a curious look of dismay to him, listening. so much hurt after haven still lingering. so many soilders fighting so the pilgrims could escape staying fresh in their minds. the inquisitor was trying — to make things better now, but they couldn’t make things better then. this was why he couldn’t leave. this was why he needed to stay. to heal the hurt. to help.

the forgotten boy began focusing on one in particular as their voice began to raise in volume, speaking to him louder than the others. parting cold lips, he tuned out much anything else.

The... spirit was staring. He was staring into nothing and ignoring the poor woman who had tried to speak with him. Cassandra hated him here, she hated the idea of some creature wondering around unchecked. No matter Varric or Solas thought, he was dangerous. “Do you have to do that? All the time!” she snapped at him when the other woman finally walked away. “You make them uncomfortable.”

♫: Skyhold is holding a ball! (Maker knows why.) Do you ask anyone to dance?

No one. I would not partake in anything frivolous of that sort.

ψ: Anyone you don't like in Skyhold?

@storytellertm. He’s a liar and he seems to live to get on my nerves. As well as @cmpssn. I do not trust him or what he is.