#guardianpath

Remy could not help the deep affectionate rumble of a chuckle as Noria embraced him and released. It was good to see her and seemingly more comfortable than he ever had, even back with the clan.

Relief came in a small wave as she reassured him. Only a tad though, he would not be fully alright until he saw his firstborn himself. A small sad smile was given because he can only imagine how difficult it must be for these girls to be away from the clan for so long and be among the shemlen for just as long.

“I have always known my girl was strong, Noria. Even knew she had the potential for more… It is not her strength I’m worried about. The Clan is fine and well. Sumir is as feistily adorable as ever and apparently starting his last growth spurt. Which is why I’m glad I came. That child…” He heaved a heavy sigh, sarcasm tingeing the edges of his smile.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at the mention of their youngest whelp. She knew Sumir personally and knew that he could be a handful more often than he wasn’t. On one hand, she understood his behaviour, she was a teenager once too. On the other hand, that didn’t mean that she had to like it. “I hope he’s not giving you much grief. He’s at that sort of age.” Of course, she would know about that sort of “grief”. As did he. He didn’t raise two kids, but three.

Noria and Enelya knew each other long time before the Inquisition, obviously, since they were in the same clan and all. The thing is that when Enelya was a child, Noria was already a stinky teenager.

It just so happened that Enelya caught Noria in some... Compromising situations. And so, when Noria showed up in the Inquisition, all stern and strict, like she didn’t know how to have fun anymore, Enelya would remind her such small incidents from time to time.

She heard about what happened in Adamant. No matter how she had insisted, Nayeli didn’t take her along for that one. She was left behind to recover from an injury she had suffered in the Western Approach.

She wasn’t with her in the Fade, when she should have been. And when Nayeli came back, Noria knew something was different. She could see the aftermath of the events in her eyes.

She should have been with her in the Fade. They should have shared the pain.

But that didn’t happen. All she could do was mend. And so she found her in the battlements, where they would always meet when all grew too tiring. They stood side by side, not speaking a word, until Noria took the initiative.

Olwen: What is your favorite flower?

"I don't see flowers for their aesthetic value, Nayeli, only their use. Arbor Blessing, however, is remarkable in both its usefulness, as well as its beauty. I carry a bunch of those in my bag from time to time. Pluck them, smell them, dry them, turn them into a potion... Or a poison. And it may not be a flower, but I like elfroot. And rashvine. The latter makes some good tea. Just be careful with how you touch it."