#robin lavellan

Robin Lavellan, my daughter, my ginger queer rogue! God i love her so much.

Warden!Amelia: of course. And remember to keep your mouth closed, don't want to ingest their blood. 

Robin Lavellan: What if you got some in your mouth? won't it be just as bad? 

Warden!Amelia: I thought I already was tainted. 

Robin Lavellan: ... 

She was so sure there was Darkspawn in the area, there was a familiar buzzing, a sound drowning out all other sounds. Like a song one could humm to, that that would be impossible.

When she road in, clad in Warden warrior armor on a horse with the Grey symbol; it was unnerving. Amelia sent a letter about 5 days in advance to her arrival, having the key members of the Inquisition know of her impending arrival seemed the correct manner.

To Amelia’s surprise, only 2 members came to greet her at the front gate. A woman; she must have been the Inquisitor. Elf, no doubt Dalish thanks to the vallaslin. She was dark skinned, grey eyes that could rival even the crystal cut Diamond. Standing next to her was a man, clad in the most ridiculous bear fur mantle. His hands rested upon the hilt of his sword, vambraces had the light, faded out etching of the Templar symbol.

Amelia raised her hand, resting it on her chest as she gave a slight bow; a common greeting among the Grey. “Amelia Trevelyan, a pleasure.”

“Inquisitor Robin Lavellan. it’s good to meet another grey warden.” The inquisitor said, raising her hand to shake Amelia’s, bowing her head just slightly.

“I didn’t realize you had a warden, Inquisitor.” Amelia admitted, accepting the hand gesture. She turned to the man standing next to the small elf, giving him the same greeting as she did for the Herald. “and you must be the Commander, I assume of course.”

Cullen nodded with a soft laugh. “I certainly hope I am. Cullen Rutherford you may call me.”

“then I shall do as such.” She replied with a small chuckle of her own. “so if I may ask, where are the bunkers? I’d like to relieve my horse of the luggage.” She turned to her mount, resting her gloved hand on the side, rubbing gentle circles to calm the steed. He always did freak a little when of around people.

“we have a special room set up-”

“that will not be necessary, I may be a warden but we dont need special treatment.” Amelia smiled, hoping her rejection of their room would not create tension and harm her chances at a, well ‘good’ would be the Wrong word to use in this situation. But either way, causing a problem in the first few minutes of arriving would look very bad.

“of course.” Robin assured her when it seems Amelia’s worry grew in the features of her face. “I’m sure the commander can find room for you, yes?” she asked, turning her attention to Cullen, who seemed a little embarrassed, to why that would be Amelia was unsure.

Amelia looked at Cullen, waiting his answer. When he noticed she had been staring at him, his face flushed. and he silently cursed with how unprofessional it must have looked. But there was something about this Warden; her eyes were like little suns permanently glued to her, the freckles on her sun kissed face, the 3 scars which gave her all that more character. She seemed familiar yet at the same time a stranger.

Didn’t even realize he’d been silent for as long as he had, the sound of both woman clearing their throats woke him from his wondering mind. Cullen raised a hand to rub his neck, a nervous habit he formed some time ago and would no doubt be embarrassed if Leliana knew he was doing it again now. “forgive me, I was just thinking and yes I believe there is room. I can have a bed set up with my commanding officers.”

“perfect.” Amelia smiled.