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Kaaras made a habit of exercising every day, whether that was taking heavy buckets up the stairs of Skyhold and back, a bisque walk around the castle, pushups, meditation or working with Asaara in the stable pens. Just because he'd put on weight since he'd been a mercenary captain, didn't mean beneath the fat wasn't a healthy form of muscle.

This morning, the Inquisitor was working with his staff in the early morning light. Most of the castle was still covered in darkness, but just over the peak of the mountains, the sun was beginning to strike the very tops of Skyhold fortress.

He rolled the bone staff over his shoulders and struck an invisible target, a thin layer of sweat having beaded over his shoulders, exposed by the sleeveless shirt he was wearing. A healthy patch of sweat had managed to darken the fabric over his chest and down the small of his back, proving that he'd been at it for an hour at least.

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// Look, I already ship this ship so hard X'D I adore the both of them and their very awkward interactions (mostly because Cass is trying NOT to offend the Inquisitor and be respectful), but yes. I am 100% on board with this!

At first that Avvar looked at her with a confused look; like she was mad. It took him by surprise that someone, not an Avvar even knew that; then to boot it felt out of left field.

But the look quickly fled, to be replaced with his deep rumbling laughter.

"Ja, it sounds weird when a Lowlander says it, probably because your assumption is in your tone. No offense. But ja, we do. It is a bit more complicated than that. I will simply say if she does not want to be taken she won't be, and if the first warning of this is not heeded the suitor will meet their fate in the next attempt."

Raserei shrugged, "It is different than how it is done down here, I know. Here it is flowers and poetry, and they are...nice. I see the appeal, I cannot read well...but once long ago someone read some to me, ja? Love poetry and it felt empty. Men compare women to flowers a lot, I guess that is nice, but flowers are picked, plucked, and trampled underfoot. Admired for their youth and tossed aside when they wither. Hardly seems like something a woman of worth should be compared to!"

Cassandra’s brow raised. She did not mean to look at him the way she knew she was. The horror on her sharp features was not schooled at all. She supposed she was no master manipulator--always too brash and too honest. At times, that got her into trouble, and she did not wish to offend the Inquisitor. But the idea of someone intruding upon one’s home and stealing someone was positively monstrous.

The Seeker attempted to understand that this was some Avvar custom. She even tried to see the romantic side of it. Certainly different to flowers and poetry (which she loved the idea of). She supposed... if she tried, she could see the romance in someone muscular coming in and proving their strength by sweeping them from their bed and carrying them out the front door. 

“Then these women have a say in this?” she asked. Raserei said that they would not be taken if they didn’t wish to be. So that meant there was consent, and that surely these people were not strangers to each other. They had courted, they had befriended, there was some kind of a relationship between them, if she was correct. 

“I know I am not the common woman, but do these women not sleep with weapons near by? Are your people not asking to be attacked when they intrude?” Cassandra knew the first thing she’d be grabbing would be her sword, and it may strike this so called suitor. 

"It is also of the mossy stones that refuse to break or move," Raserei hummed seemingly lost in thought but listening all the same, "It also seems to be the color of rifts, interestingly enough. So tell me what has you pondering color? Are you thinking of becoming an artist when this is done?"

Kaaras chuckled softly as he looked to his hand. No, he wasn’t an artist. He couldn’t draw to save his life. He was pretty sure stick figures were even impossible for him. Writing was where he’d excelled when it came to anything creative. 

“No, I was just... enjoying the view,” he smiled as they stood on a balcony of one of the inns. Ferelden was a beautiful place, or at least Kaaras thought so. The rolling hills and fields of farms that were covered in green, that stretched out to the forests and more dangerous places where beasts lurked.

“Sometimes it’s nice to remember the smaller things in life, the simple things. It allows us to appreciate it.” Or at least it did for Kaaras. He knew not everyone shared the same views as he did. Taking a step back from being the Inquisitor was a good reminder of his humble roots, though. 

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Every day as Inquisitor came with its challenges. Not all of them were out on the battlefield, some of them were within Skyhold’s own walls. Some of them, there was nothing Kaaras could do to change the outcomes. Not even their chief diplomat could. If he could keep matters privately, that was excellent, but this particular nobleman had elevated his voice and spoke insulting words.

Kaaras took it personally when others badmouthed the Inquisition. As its leader, it only made sense that he would. The Inquisition was a reflection of him, and vice versa, along with all of its members. 

The nobleman had stormed out of the fortress and taken off in his cart, not wanting to spent a second longer within the company of such a rude savage such as himself. Kaaras had long gotten used to such insults about himself, but when it was spoken of the Inquisition, that hurt far more. 

“I’ll be fine, Raserei,” spoke the mage, his voice soft but reassuring. “I know I cannot please everyone.” Not that he’d done wrong by any means. Someone would have thought he’d pillaged the nobleman’s own home. All Kaaras had said was that the Inquisition would not support his cause, as it did not align with Kaaras’ morals.