#maharassan

[hawkeyde]

@maharassan​

  ❝ NORMALLY WHEN SOMEONE SAYS DUCK, YOU DUCK. ❞         & he hauls the stranger up ---- huffing as he does, hair falling into his features.  there had been a minor scuffle along the trail, hawke had happened upon it --- as he does so often seem to happen upon trouble !! 

                                         ❝  that thief knocked you right on your arse. you alright?  ❞ 

[asteeledheart]

STARTER CALL // ACCEPTING @maharassan​

how  strange,  she  thinks,  to  be  here  now,  standing  in  the  company  of  someone  who’s  only  ever   been  a  legend  to  her,  a  hero  as  distant  as  any  great  tale  or  story  whispered  of.  it  also  occurs  to  sidri  that  she  feels  painfully,  impossibly  young,  a  naive  thing  not  deserving  of  what  title  has  been  given  her.  (she  has  not  lost  as  the  hero  of  ferelden  has,  has  not  endured  such  great  sorrow  or  grief.)

still,  sidri  remains  herself  with  a  harsh  jab  of  her  nails  into  the  center  of  her  palm,  for  better  or  for  worse  she  is  the  inquisitor,  and  to  question  now  is  to  falter. “warden-commander,”  head  is  lowered  in  rightful  respect  and  she  works  to  keep  the  curiosity  from  her  gaze,  temper  it  to  simple  admiration,  “i  am  sorry  that  we  must  meet  in  such  circumstances  as  this,”  as  nearing  war,  sidri  knows,  amidst  chaos,  “but  do  know   it  is  an  honor. “

“you’ve  my  word  that  the  inquisition  will  lend  what  aid  it  might.  the  many  sacrifices  of  the  grey  wardens  are  not  unknown  to  us.” 

[ysenias-a]

@maharassan​ liked for a 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 !!

            OH, HOW SHE WAITED FOR FOR THIS MOMENT! She was sixteen when the Fifth Blight happened and had been long gone from Southern Thedas by then. However, tales of an elven heroine from Ferelden had spread past the continent and eventually into all the Dalish camps covering the Free Marches. Ashera’s name had been proudly slipped into conversations and inspired many, Ysenia included. She had been waiting eagerly at Skyhold’s gates for the elder woman, pacing back and forth until the Warden’s arrival is announced. 

“Andaran atish’an!” She belts out with a wave, jogging over to get a better look at Ferelden’s hero. Normally she’d be too embarrassed to display herself like this, but what more would you do if a role model of yours came to visit? She smiles so wide it could hurt, “Thank you, lethallan, for coming. I was told you wouldn’t have visited but ha! The world surprises me yet. I do hope the trip up the Frostbacks weren’t too taxing.”