stellaluminis.
❝ Vigil’s Keep, ❞ she explains, slowing down now that they’re a decent distance away. Her place in the city is small, for someone of her status, but it’s the best place for them go at the moment.
Maker’s breath, she knows that’s not enough. But the rest isn’t exactly fun to explain. ❝ You can call me Nimia. I’m – the Hero of Ferelden. And the Warden-Commander. And the Arlessa of Amaranthine. It’s a really long story, but I’m still going to be in some shit for this. ❞
oh. oh. yann is used to seeing plenty of important people, most of them orlesian and all of them content to pretend he doesn’t exist, but he’d never expected to meet anybody quite so... grand. and he’d certainly never thought the hero of ferelden would be an elf of all things. ( that part of the truth has been conveniently left out of all the stories flitting around the sauveterre estate. )
he almost doesn’t believe her. but he likes the thought of it, and smiles. if it’s a lie, he’ll find out soon enough, but in the meantime? it’s nice to imagine there might be some truth to it.
‘ i didn’t want to get you in trouble. you could have left me, i can look after myself. ’ he sounds like he’s trying ( and failing ) to convince himself of that. after a pause: ‘ what will they do to you? for helping me. ’
