#skysaved

i had to meme it.

a much younger hypatia would have been deeply offended by the comment as if she were andraste herself. younger hypatia would have taken it as an insult or a slight against her person, questioned mislyn vehemently about her lack of belief, and certainly caused rifts between them with her defiance and blatant ignorance. instead, the much older, more cognizant human warrior is far more sensitive to the belief systems and differences of others. she's grown up with conflicts and choices, talked to many across the free marches, and broadened her horizons in those deep conversations. in fact, she's secretly glad to hear opposition here, nodding as the red-haired elf offers her perspective on andraste and the religion at large. i don't believe in any of those things is a very normal thing to say, and hypatia takes it better than she once would. she takes it kindly, warmly. she accepts it. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to assume." she apologizes then, eager to befriend a fellow free marcher in the throngs of this chaos with the sky. whatever's going on, there needs to be more friends than enemies. "i guess i spent so much of my life submerged in religious teachings that my broad generalizations sometimes end up completely incorrect. 'course you would have your own belief system." she's dalish, right? lyn comes from clan lavellan near hasmal (or that's what she heard earlier). hypatia's never been there, but the stories are lengthy and fruitful. "well," she goes on, her voice a little awkward as she tries to recover, "whatever you believe in, i pray there's something at work behind the scenes to fix this mess." she glances up at the green-tinted sky. "or else it'll be one of us doing the fixing, and i loathe that idea."

@skysaved​ // you did not ask for this but hi ily

                  ❛  WHICH  BEGS  THE  QUESTION —  why  did  you  jump  off  a  building,  mislyn. ❜ 

“I have a request, Inquisitor, if you’ve a moment.”  Head tilting, those dark eyes thoughtful --- distant, perhaps, though only with her ruminations.  “Some of my mages --- some of my elven mages --- have expressed discomfort with Pavus.”  That she refuses to say his first name means nothing.  (  the apprentices are not the only ones disquieted with the man.  )  “I’m not asking you to kick him out, but I’m certain there are many elves within the ranks who are concerned about his defense of slavery.  Perhaps ask him to --- be quiet.  I’m certain it will be difficult for him, but he ought to try.”

          -- -- @skysaved

“do you think someone should take a look at that?” it occurs to her that mislyn is entirely capable of taking care of herself as soon as she asks, but it looks a dreadful sort of bruise and she questions before she can consider it. she catches sight said bruise briefly, scanning over the elf’s shoulder. “i can get one of the healers for you, if you’d like-,”

      “Because, uh, not gonna lie, that is... UNNERVING.”