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Who: Leliana
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Wandering around the Iskaulit
When: Now!

[Leliana has been here a month, quietly lurking between her assigned ship, the SS Heron, and visiting with various friends that have been spread apart. Mostly she stays in contact with Riona and visits Varric's bar on the Iskaulit to people watch. It was where she could be found right now, watching people filter by her as she stood outside of one of the shops, leaning against a wall. She was more receptive about addressing the network as a whole, now that she's settled in a bit. It had been at least a month since her arrival.]

I am Sister Nightingale, for those who do not know me. Where I am from, I am a Sister of the Chantry, an organization that houses those who worship the Maker. I have not found a chapel or other house of worship among the establishments of the Iskaulit, but I am still hopeful. If anyone knows of whom I could speak to about it, I would be most appreciative. I may be separated from my home but that does not mean the Maker has left my side, no? For any of us, faith can be important whether we practice it or not. Should anyone need my services otherwise, please do not hesitate to seek me out. I reside aboard the SS Heron among the crew there.

[A contemplative silence follows as she thinks of what else she could ask about.]

There is also a library here, no? I would very much like to discover what stories Atroma and the people who watch us for their entertainment might have to share with me. I love books and I find myself in need of something to occupy my time with. Should I find the library and anyone wishes to seek me out, they can also find me there.

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i think a meditation room was mentioned, but there's no proper chantry here as far as i know.

[hi look who's hiding on the network, more or less.]

[Oh ho. Hiding from her, are you?]

The only 'meditation' I've seen anyone seek out is Varric's bar. It would be nice to make myself useful in other ways besides my assigned post.

[Hiding from everyone, to be honest.]

some people actually sit and think on their feelings, rather than drink themselves to stupidity.

[Totally not referring to herself.]

Do they really? You'd never know it, setting foot in there.

[Now she's just being sassy.]

har har

[Can you feel the sarcasm, Lels?]

I was thinking that perhaps if you can go back to being just Riona Cousland then perhaps I can go back to being a simple Chantry Sister.

[ She still felt uneasy, as if her work was not done and she needed something - anything - to keep her occupied. Her old standby was books about knights and beautiful princesses, books about history and architecture. She also missed the quiet reflection of prayer when the Chantry stood still in the early hours of the morning or the sun was barely rising outside the window in the Rookery at Skyhold. What a strange bout of homesickness this was.]

there's a freedom to it, i can't deny that. it's like a breath of air after being underwater for too long.

though, one thing:

you'll ditch the terrible robe this time, right?

[snrk]

They're important! But yes, I'd be a bit hard pressed to find them here so I suppose they'll have to go. Think of all the shoes I could wear without having to hide my feet! We could go shopping.

they're a bit hideous, to be honest, so you're better off. but yes, shoe shopping would be good. i've missed your expert opinion

I suppose it's just as well that there isn't a Chantry here. I do miss Lothering, though. I wish you could have come to see Skyhold too. For now, nitpicking your shoe choices will have to suffice.

who knows? perhaps i will someday. i'll get bored... wherever i'm at, i'm sure.

[Her nebulous future. Searching for a cure that might not even exist. It was something that always plagued her in the back of her mind, but it makes sense that it would become more urgent in the future. She wasn't getting any younger, and an heir needed to be had.

Not to mention the ramifications it would have on all of Thedas.

A lot of questions have been rattling around in her head the past few days. And perhaps it's time she aired them out... along with a few other concerns.]

we... need to talk, i think.

[She'd been about to comment further but then she had already moved on from the topic. Ah. There could be a bunch of things she wants to talk about and Leliana is sure she has some idea what it is but she'll play coy for now.]

We're talking now aren't we?

in person, face to face. and preferably not on an open line, as they call it.

I can do that. Aboard the Blue Fish, then?

that'll work. i'll meet you in the cargo bay to let you in.

[Leliana wastes no time in arriving, pacing a bit when she finds herself in the cargo bay of the Blue Fish. She wasn't nervous, but she didn't pretend that this would be a pleasant chat full of laughter. She'd hinted at some things when Riona had been inebriated.

Riona will find her leaning against the wall at the exit of the Cargo Bay that leads to the interior of the ship. She had her back pressed to it and was busying herself with counting the bolts that held the ceiling together.]

[To be honest, Riona isn't exactly looking forward to this either. Her spotty memory hardly helps, but she remembers enough that she knows a talk is warranted.

She arrives a short time later, giving her friend a smile as she approaches.]

Whatever you're doing looks quite riveting. [...there's a pun in there somewhere if riveting is a thing that exists in Thedas.]

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