❅ FEATURING : Cirilla Riannon & Cassandra Pentaghast // @seekerdivine
❅ CLOSED STARTER ;; semi-plotted - Dragon age AU
Ciri sat in front of the fight, her palms rubbing together as she glanced around the surroundings. They had left Skyhold to go on their own personal quest. She asked Cassandra to accompany her because she was one of the best warriors she knew, she could trust her at her side. Dorian and Iron Bull were also there, as she knew, and while she didn’t invite him, she knew Cole was following as well. But for now, it was just Cassandra and herself at the campsite. She had made the travel plans, moving along the bay. She planned to find the pass between the Exalted Plains to Val Royeaux. She last had word that he was there, though she highly doubted he was still there.
She knew Geralt wasn’t one for big cities, not unless he was getting work. He might be a Warden, but he helped anyone around who needed it, though sometimes for a price. He wasn’t like the other Wardens, but he was far more effective than a normal bounty hunter, and there were monsters around, and darkspawn, that only he could handle.
But this had nothing to do about the inquisition or about the Wardens, she needed to find her father. With everything going down, she needed to know her father was safe. She never forgive herself, and at least she had some companions who were willing to help. “Thank you,” Ciri finally said toward Cassandra. “I know this is completely off course with the mission but, I need to find him,” She said, as she looked over to Cassandra.
“We’ve been separated for so long, and with everything going down…” She took a breath and glanced at the fire. “He could help the inquisition,”
Cassandra is seated alone with their inquisitor, with Ciri. Sharpening her blade with a whetstone while Dorian and Bull were off doing. . . whatever it was they did. Usually their silence was filled by Ciri, Cassandra would give in and offer questions, listen to the girl speak of her life and experiences. A gentle smile at her spirit, a hope to set things right so that she may continue on as life had planned. That is, if any of them could truly move on.
“You don’t need to thank me.” It’s stern, and after a pause, the seeker elaborates. “You give, so much for all of us already. Besides, this is family. I can understand the importance of tracking that down.” Just as her and the seekers, closest to a current family, and it was a request not taken lightly even among everything they faced when Cassandra voiced it to their Inquisitor.
There should not be guilt for the value and loyalty to one’s chosen connections. “Besides, he is a Warden, and with this calling.” she swallows back the harder truths though. That his mind could already be taken, or desperation of believing in an impending death could be driving him to extreme measures. Hope was a powerful tool, and yes, people called her a pessimist. Such as it was, when voicing things plainly, even if harsh.
But they don’t need that right now. “We will find him, help him, if needed.” Maker, she hopes she sounds more certain of that, as confident as others perceived her. A forceful tone helped the illusion, but truth was she was just as unsure as they all were. Ciri needs better thoughts though, and to bring forth nostalgia may help, “When was the last time you saw him?”