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entranceway2015-07-13 10:34 am
altarwolf) wrote in entranceway2015-07-13 10:34 am
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[Hello Wonderland. You may have noticed a black cat wandering the grounds and within the mansion. Maybe staring at you, but running off if you turned your attention toward it. Whether or not you saw this cat, it is now human, and it is not pleased with what it's found.
The feed comes on to a young dark haired woman with piercing eyes. It switches off, switches to text, switches back to video and she stands back, apparently unsatisfied with what she has discovered of the device.]
I was under the impression this infernal contraption has the ability to send messages, but I do not see how. What magic it employs is beyond me, like much of the magic of this place. [Which is frustrating, to not know something she's meant to, something she's supposedly an expert in.
She takes a closer, disapproving look at the device. It's certainly no Eluvian.] 'Tis meant to speak to me now, yes? Rather, the voices of those it reaches. Or am I speaking plainly to a little box and looking the fool for it? ... [She'd growl if she were the sort to growl. But she's clearly exasperated. When she speaks again, her tone makes it clear she is on her last bit of patience.]
Tell me now, residents of this place, of where I am and, also, what sort of place leaves rooms strewn about its grounds, books among the leaves as they are. I am no architect, but it seems a poor choice of design.
...Well? Speak now!
The feed comes on to a young dark haired woman with piercing eyes. It switches off, switches to text, switches back to video and she stands back, apparently unsatisfied with what she has discovered of the device.]
I was under the impression this infernal contraption has the ability to send messages, but I do not see how. What magic it employs is beyond me, like much of the magic of this place. [Which is frustrating, to not know something she's meant to, something she's supposedly an expert in.
She takes a closer, disapproving look at the device. It's certainly no Eluvian.] 'Tis meant to speak to me now, yes? Rather, the voices of those it reaches. Or am I speaking plainly to a little box and looking the fool for it? ... [She'd growl if she were the sort to growl. But she's clearly exasperated. When she speaks again, her tone makes it clear she is on her last bit of patience.]
Tell me now, residents of this place, of where I am and, also, what sort of place leaves rooms strewn about its grounds, books among the leaves as they are. I am no architect, but it seems a poor choice of design.
...Well? Speak now!
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[So basically she doesn't trust them. But then again she doesn't trust anybody, so Tevinter isn't so exceptional in that regard.]
An advisor to the Empress' court. That does sound unlike me. I may act as one from high standing, [Maker no she does not. That is definitely sarcasm.] but I find the squabbles of nobility quickly tiring.
[No easy word on her mother, then. She's definitely not going to directly ask the question.]
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[As much as he loves his homeland, and as many good people as he does know within its borders, he knows Tevinter's reputation as well as anyone else, and that it was not conjured out of thin air. It exists for a reason.]
I daresay that much doesn't change, even in your future. You didn't seem to care much for The Game, though I believe you played your part in it well.
[It's a compliment, mostly.]
I can't say what brought you to Empress Celene, but you appeared to have been comfortable with your position for quite some time.
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[Hmm.] And how long was this after the Fifth Blight? [Just so she knows how far in the future she can expect to start working for the Empress.]
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Eleven years? Twelve? It's been quite some time since the Blight was ended, though it's left its mark on much of Ferelden.
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For me, it has been little more than days. Alistair has just been crowned king and the Hero of Ferelden has been granted her title. That is a substantial amount of time.
[Surely she would not spend twelve years twiddling her thumbs, but then again it is true that children take up a lot of time and energy. She wouldn't know, of course, not yet, but as far as she's heard that is the case. But she must have discovered something more about her mother in that time. Some way to stop her returning to claim her body.
But would she tell her plan to some mage from Tevinter? The only person she could see herself telling she may never see again. It may be tough to ask while avoiding letting on anything about herself he may not already know.]
Did I tell you of anything I had... discovered during that time? Anything magical in nature?
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An Eluvian.
[That, at least, he had seen firsthand, traveled through during their escape from the Temple of Mythal.]
One you restored yourself, so it seemed, and brought to Skyhold. We discovered another with you acting as our guide, hidden away in the Temple of Mythal, though you and the Inquisitor had something of a-- minor disagreement there. A difference in opinions on how to handle the Well of Sorrows and the remaining natives.
[It had worked out well enough, at least.]
Inquisitor Trevelyan said the Eluvian provided you with a place to hide from those who would seek you, for a time.
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She is quiet, for a time, wondering how she can use this information now that she is here, then remembers she should say,]
That is more than I expected to hear. ...Thank you.
[Difficult as it is to extend her thanks to others, this information will likely prove vital to her. She could at least say thank you, she supposes.]
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You must be feeling disoriented. Should I worry that I overwhelmed you?
[He's not, truly, and it comes out as easy insincere as most everything else he says in casual company-- though there might be a hint of real concern buried underneath, carefully concealed.]