#livesfound

  The Inquisition — Haven — was an odd place. Too full of people with too few defenses. She was staring at the large gate, looking over the walls to either side. She wondered what made them think this was a dependable place. Throwing stones at the sky, hoping they did not strike them on the way down, she thought. That’s what it seemed.

    She looked towards the soldiers training. Watching the way they repeated motions for fighting shield to shield, melee combat. But not enough defense from a distance or magic. Too many openings. Too much — Her eyes and mind drifted to the woman she’d seen before. Couldn’t remember her name. She had good swings, aggressive but full weight to follow through. She was a force to be reckoned with, she figured. Approaching her felt odd, as if she’d break her concentration. But she was curious. Out of place still. 

    let faron talk shit bout ur faves │ accepting

        ❝She’s got a good A— Arm. There’s a certain point when ya look at a woman, n’ ya can’t help but think creators, she rivals you.❞ Cassandra’s one of those women to him, certainly. He’s always had a good respect for warrior women. It was how he grew up; looking up to a woman the size of a tree that could cut down a forest in a single arc of her blade. Least that’s how he thought of her. 

    And when he thinks of Cassandra, he can see her doing that too if she willed it. Force of nature that could hold off a dragon because she could be one herself. Not in a she’s angry all the time like a dragon. No, even if he isn’t the most devoted of Dalish, dragons were powerful and revered. Even to him. 

      But there’s a part of him that thinks beyond this immediate side, beyond the outer layer of brawn and force. He thinks of how she stands sometimes, hands fiddling with the other when the inquisitor approaches her; timid in a way that wasn’t timid at all in her voice. Closed off and trying to focus maybe? 

     Makes him smile. 

                    It is meant to be a sad thing, perhaps ━━ but to the young elf, it brings a smile to her face, emerald eyes widening in a childish excitement, as though bearing witness to the telling of a great story. Pointed fingers clutch each other before her and she cannot help but bounce upon the heels of her feet; “ I know ━━ isn’t it MARVELOUS? The struggle, and the ouches, and the ━━ it’s hard, and you cry, but you laugh, and there’s a lot, and it’s really, really long, but, but... ”

                    “ It makes a really wonderful story. ”