driftfleet | 004 || video;

Who: Leliana
Broadcast: yes
Action: aboard the blue fish
When: now

[Leliana's address to the network came somewhat late - someone had gotten revenge for her prank, after all. Her cowl is pulled back resting about her shoulders and her skin and the ends of her hair are still drying after she'd scrubbed the ink off. Schmooples could be heard snuffling from her lap, his long ears making a cameo as he was cradled against her.]

I apologize. It seems I mayhap have fallen victim to a long slumber. I don't recall the ships leaving the planet we were last on, but I am to understand some time has passed.

[Guaranteed, Riona waited a good few days before daring to draw on her face.]

I will be resuming my duties in the Interfaith Center – Stefan, I apologize sincerely for my absence. I hope it has not caused an inconvenience.

[She smiles warmly, blue eyes lit up as she continues speaking.]

For those who do not know me: I am Sister Nightingale and I assist the Interfaith Center for those of Andrastian faith, hailing from Thedas. I can also be found aboard the Blue Fish, should anyone ever seek counsel from me outside of the Center. You do not have to be Andrastian to do so, of course.

Private: Riona Cousland Theirin.

[There's a bit of an evil smile on Leliana's face as she switches the feed to private.]

You got your revenge, no?

[She laughs warmly, her eyes alight with mischief]

Care to join me for lunch? I'm feeling a bit peckish after being out of sorts. You can catch me up on all the latest gossip.

[She runs her fingers through the wet ends of her red hair and Schmooples crawls up her chest into view to snuffle at the camera over her shoulder.]

I hope I didn't worry you too much.

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[Leliana can be found either aboard the Blue Fish or in the Interfaith Center praying silently before her own hand made totem statue of Andraste. The nap seemed to have done her at least a little good. Still she felt the lingering grief of home and the troubles it faced but she was slowly becoming more at peace in her new life. Perhaps she could finally lay down her burdens? She wasn't so sure yet. For now she moved on to the next stage of things – normalcy.

Aboard the Blue Fish Leliana makes her security rounds, stopping to take a break to make some tea and enjoy some quiet in the kitchens. Something seemed amiss, though she couldn't put her finger on it nor guess that perhaps that it was because a crew member had gone missing. Still the stillness put her at ease.]

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[Allen was coming into the kitchen to grab his own cup of tea, when he sees Leliana sitting at the table. The sight alone is enough to make him break into a relieved smile]

Ah, you're finally awake!

Indeed! And I seem to have missed quite a lot, no? I heard that you and our esteemed Captain acquired dinosaur meat.

[She sips her tea, eyes alight with excitement.]

I'm sure there's a good story to go along with such a feat?

[He laughs a little as he heads to the counter]

Well you could say that. It certainly wasn't easy, that's for sure.

It sounds as large and ferocious as a dragon - but then my imagination could be running away from me.

[Seriously - she loved stories like this. You have to give her more than that, Allen.]

I've seen my fair share of those, and the singe marks to go along with it. I think the last dragon I saw was with Riona and our companions back home.

No, that's pretty close! Just without the wings or fire.

[Though still terrifying.]

Wow...did you guys have to fight it?

We did. It was rather terrifying too. Our companion Ogrhen - a rather incorrigible man who loved belching and farting and drinking - rolled down a hill straight into a gong. It alerted the High Dragon to our presence immediately.

[She'll gloss over the part where Riona has a hideous scar down the length of her sternum from the encounter. She knew the other woman hated thinking about it. She'd almost died too.]

[Okay he's clearly trying not to laugh at that mental image because he's sure it's scarier than what he's imagining. He even lifts his hand to cover the smile on his face with his hand]

I'm sorry, that sounds...really unlucky, a gong of all things.

Let me guess, a high dragon is a very powerful kind.

Ogrhen was often three sheets to the wind, as they say, so his fall was expected to happen eventually. It was unlucky the gong and the dragon were there.

[Leliana nods, smiling as the memory came forth in the back of her mind.]

They're larger, by comparison to Wyrms, Wyverns, and Drakes and things.