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[nugqueen]

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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[nugqueen]

[Unseen by Hawke, Leliana was clenching her fists. She wanted to just deal with this and get it over with so that the unpleasantness won't linger. Leliana had always stood for Mage rights. Why should they be denied what was so easily given to others? She had known good people on both sides of the issue. Things weren't so black and white as they could be and yet she wanted justice - blood, if she was being honest with herself. Leliana had always done what needed to be done without complaint, even if she didn't always like it. This was one of those times.]

Perhaps we can sit down for a drink soon? I have a feeling we're all going to need a drink or two before this is all said and done.

[What better way to ignore the problem than to get shitfaced and pretend it isn't there? Not that she intended to be that drunk. She would most likely just sip her wine and watch things unfold, as she always did. Leliana had watched the world unfold for many years now, lingering in the shadows like a ghost. When she'd first met the Warden her journey had felt full of promise. Now she could only see the board and where the pieces were set upon it.]

Or we could speak of this now - whichever you prefer.

[The offer to understand each other's position was being extended. Leliana wouldn't be like Sebastian, as tempting as the thirst for blood was. There had been many years since Kirkwall to dull the blow but her wounds from Justinia were still fresh and she'd never had anyone to physically punish for it. Projecting onto Anders would be too convenient but at least it would give her some measure of peace to see the deed done by her own hands.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Offer made and her first instinct is to run, to cast the seriousness of the conversation off with a joke or deflection. Would be easier wouldn't it? Perhaps not in the long run, but for now she wouldn't have to think about him, about Justice, about the knife she can still feel against her palm. Hawke inhales a bandaged hand running through her messy dark hair (it's getting longer now), eyes closed for a brief moment as she tries to think.

Andraste's tits. ]

We can talk about it now, only if there is copious amount of drinks provided.

[ Not on here is all but implied, head raising to greet the feed with an almost tired look. The whole damn situation exhausts her already, makes her want to do nothing but bury herself underneath blankets with Dog. What she would give for Varric to here, for his shoulders to lean on, for his advice. But he isn't and they are stuck with what they have, complications and open wounds. ]

[nugqueen]

[If this had been her of the past she probably would have been quite confused by the injection of humor into a serious conversation. Alistair had often done so and it confounded her to no end for years, but then so much had changed since then. Leliana would have liked the humor now, honestly.]

I suppose that would be the easiest way around it.

[Though she is not dragging your drunk ass back to the Caprine, sorry bro.]

Do you have a preference of where we could meet?

[ofkirkwall]

A bar would be preferable. The one without a Hawke employee.

[ Varric's bar. Of course she would choose that place, copious amount of booze not withstanding, it's familiar and there is more than enough dark corners to have important conversations you don't want other hearing. Not at all a sign of how much she misses the dwarf, much like the chain hanging around her neck, not at all. ]

I have a tab.

[ Good enough reasons, right? ]

[nugqueen]

Then we shall meet there.

[Leliana knows the bar Hawke is speaking of. She had visited Varric at least once to collect a bottle of that poisoned wine.]

It would be preferable that we spoke privately, regardless. As long as the walls don't suddenly sprout ears.