#valorea

“It’s all YOURfault!” Valorea screamed her voice raw from the screaming mountain wind. Sheballed her fists at her sides to resist hitting the Inquisitor, but her bloodwas absolutely boiling. The blue light of the veil fire torch flickering acrossBrendan’s face, sharpening his features and steeling his expression away.

“Valorea,don’t.” Riio growled softly from behind snagging her wrist as she bristled andbegan to step forward.

“I-…please backup…“ The inquisitor stuttered as he held up his hands in surrender.  Blue magic jumped across his fingers and mingledwith the vibrant green haze that seeped from the anchor. “I’m sorry….I didn’tmean-“

“My sister isover there….dying and for what? You? Them? It doesn’t matter!” She snarledtaking a swing at Brendan. He ducked out of the way magic crackling at hisfingertips. Before the scout could get another swing in Riio seized her aroundher waist and lifted her off the ground away from the Inquisitor still kicking.

“You asked herto go!” Valorea wailed.

“Valorea that’senough!” Riio grunted as he dragged his partner across the bluff back towardsthe glow of camp.

“She saved you, and what does she get from theHerald? What is her reward Inquisitor?”

Slippery silvertears leaked from the corners of her eyes threatening to freeze. Brendan founda particularly interesting frosted rock to examine, refusing to meet her gaze,the muscles in his jaw flexed as he ground his teeth together.

“Her blood is onyour hands! She’s my sister, if she dies you answer to me!” Valorea snarlsgradually faded away and he was alone once more with Solas’s veil fire. Theinquisitor let out a shaky breath running his hands through his dark undercut. Hecast his eyes towards the scarred heavens for a few minutes trying to shake offthe mixed emotions that seized him.

“…and how muchblood is on my hands…?” Brendan muttered to himself as he studied his hand,uncurling one finger at a time until the anchors light nearly blinded him.