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the horse of the imperial divine is just as eerie as he:     stoic, black-eyed, hide so pitch one may fear to fall into it.     it doesn’t take its eyes from the inquisitor as she approaches.   aurelio himself ( flanked by guards, clad in similar black & gold armour )  glances up towards the sky.    breathes in the freezing cold air, feels it flow through him, fill the cavity in his chest with bitter frost. 

  ❝ inquisitor !! ❞       booms his voice;   surprisingly deep and equally loud.  like it could reach every corner of skyhold, if pressed.          ❝  hello !!   one must admit disappointment at your chosen fortress. we’d have preferred a climate less liable to lead to frostbite.  ❞

& he smiles in her direction, wildly swinging his leg over his horse.   every single piece of jewellery in his ears, around his neck, and along his arms trills as he does.        aurelio hops from his horse as elegantly as anything, sweeping his sartorial with his hand.    feet crunch into the chilly dirt and he beams wider.   seemingly happy to be connected with the ground, once more, trusting his own legs to carry him --- his own senses to guide him.