[There's really only one option for her first destination, and once it's pulled up and created in front of Jove she lets out a weak, choked kind of laugh.
It's a giant hall, stone walls and floors covered in expensive tapestries with the symbols of the Dalish on them. On either side of the pathway leading up to a dais are heavy wooden tables and chairs of dark wood set with a luxurious feast, huge statues set behind them, closed doors leading off to other parts of this apparent castle.
As she walks up toward the dais, though, her destination is clear. There's a throne there, emblazoned with the eye and sword symbol of the Inquisition, and it's with a smile she touches the red fabric. The stained glass windows behind the throne throw colored lights over her, her hair and skin dappled with red and yellow and purple before she finally sits.
There are no people recreated here, it's just Jove on a throne she finds she's missed, and even though she knows it's fake, even though she knows it isn't soft and welcoming, it looks terrifying with its stark coloring and the spikes extending from it, but it's home all the same. It's hers, and she sighs contently as she sits back and relaxes in it.]
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[There's really only one option for her first destination, and once it's pulled up and created in front of Jove she lets out a weak, choked kind of laugh.
It's a giant hall, stone walls and floors covered in expensive tapestries with the symbols of the Dalish on them. On either side of the pathway leading up to a dais are heavy wooden tables and chairs of dark wood set with a luxurious feast, huge statues set behind them, closed doors leading off to other parts of this apparent castle.
As she walks up toward the dais, though, her destination is clear. There's a throne there, emblazoned with the eye and sword symbol of the Inquisition, and it's with a smile she touches the red fabric. The stained glass windows behind the throne throw colored lights over her, her hair and skin dappled with red and yellow and purple before she finally sits.
There are no people recreated here, it's just Jove on a throne she finds she's missed, and even though she knows it's fake, even though she knows it isn't soft and welcoming, it looks terrifying with its stark coloring and the spikes extending from it, but it's home all the same. It's hers, and she sighs contently as she sits back and relaxes in it.]