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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.

Action

[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.]

Comments

[wolfehawke]

Of course not, I have never and will never advocate murder, but aren't you?

[He frowns deeply, very still in contrast to her pacing. There's no anger in him, instead a cold calm settling on his shoulders like a mantle. Her sharp look meets a stoic wall.]

Killing Anders in the name of people already dead, it's the same thing. He did something hideously wrong and I'm not defending that act. I never said I did. All I'm trying to do is shed light on the truth of it for you. In all regards, further bloodshed is hardly the answer, especially here outside of Thedas where there are so few of us.

[He lets out a breath, producing a little cloud with the exhale, as one would in the middle of deep winter. He swallows and his next breath is normal. He never loses reign of himself, but there is certainly an internal struggle, frustration that runs cold instead of hot. He doesn't respond to the jabs about Anders' choices concerning the Wardens though. It's not the point here.]

The spirit will be removed and dealt with, you have my word as Champion.

[nugqueen]

I would not be talking of killing him were he not currently attached to a demon that could kill all of us should it feel threatened.

[And strangely enough now she felt like Cullen. He was so abhorrently against demons and mages being possessed and she had always been staunchly for Mages proving their own worth. She gives a frustrated sigh and a sharp Orlesian curse of Merde. This was a terrible situation all around.]

It isn't just for people long dead but for our own safety as well. Should Vengeance surface and decide to harm others for any reason it would be on our heads. He is dangerous.

[Sighing, she wrings her hands before nodding, not facing him. She was fine accepting his word.]

We've gotten off to a terrible start, you and I. I am not all sharp edges and blades - I wasn't always like that. I care for the Mages... I care for what he suffered, but what he is now compromises everything good we both wish to protect. For now... let's leave this at a stalemate, no? Do with Anders what you believe is best.

[Because right now she's angry and tired and pretty much wants to flee for an hour or two. Her mind was reeling back and back to the Temple of Sacred Ashes, to news of Justinia's death and all the mages and templars who had come to the conclave - a conclave that would not have been necessary were it not for Kirkwall shedding the first blood.]

We will speak again, perhaps on better terms.

[The Left Hand should lay down her burden... Damned if Justinia didn't still haunt her even now. She was heartbroken and wanted to see Anders pay for his crimes but she also knew when to step aside.]

wrap!

[wolfehawke]

We have, but it's no different than my plight with most of the rest of the Thedosians here.

[It does bother him greatly, but he shrugs it off like a joke. Easier that way, and the things that bother him are hardly as important as everything else going on right now.]

I do hope we can start again, eventually.

[He offers a small smile, but the dismissal is obvious. He bows respectfully, not too low but with a hand across his waist in the manner which he was taught - Leandra may have left the Amell name behind, but never the etiquette, which she passed to her children - and moves to retrieve his boots. Putting them back on is a much more graceful process than removing them.

He pauses just briefly, looking at the icon of Andraste silently, then steps out into the corridor.]