#namara.

[empirewastes]

namara is deeply selfish honestly like she saves minrathous "because of the venatori's power" but really because she didn't want anything bad to happen to her home, and she just didn't Care about treviso. the fact that lucanis was respectful about it keeps her up at night.

[mistercutter]

namara and emmlich are all i care about and since i can't rp them, i shall just ramble about them here when i have a moment

[empirewastes]

@hoboblaidd said:

“there are some things in life you can only handle yourself.”

she wants to scream. you started this, she hisses inside her head at the unwelcome intrusion. can he feel the fear? what all can he see? how often is he capable of speaking in her mind while awake? if it weren't bad enough to be put in charge of a world-saving task force, she has an ancient being sitting in her head, making her feel like a coward for wanting to run away.

" you're not welcome here. wait for me to rest, " she demands with a shaky voice. she doesn't have to speak, but it gives her a bit more courage. she's willing to show what he's trying to do- even if it scares her and her companions.

[empirewastes]

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜ for namara, from dys

@chanticle | sentence starter: always accepting!

namara glances at the spirit, mild amusement on her features. ' it depends on what the voices are sayin' for me, i think. ' the sinkhole they found isn't quiet, nor is it speaking (thank the maker), but instead gurgling, which a void should not do. ' if they were giving out compliments, i might take a dive. '

in spite of her words, she sticks back from the edge of the hole. namara has done a lot of things in the name of saving thedas, but looking down into a void that sounds like it's about to spit something unpleasant out is not one of them. ' wonder which of the nightmare scenarios is causing this... '

[empirewastes]

🌺 for namara

@abanbas

the bard's hair was half-tied up, bangs smattering her forehead. she looked... a bit girly this way, she had to admit. it was discomforting, but namara was trying different styles out of curiosity. sire walked into her quarters as she was starting to take her hair down, and he told her to wait. namara, amused, decided to listen and put her hands down.

he was carrying a potted embrium. placing it on the table, he plucked one of the blooms and brought it to her. he placed it on her hair, its lilypad-shaped bloom perfectly covering the hair-tie. namara turned to examine it in the mirror, smiling.

' this is exactly what it needed; thank you! '

[empirewastes]

next time, we won't be so lucky. / neve → namara

' always so pessimistic, ' namara jokes. it's not as if she doesn't have good reason to feel that way. it always feels like they have more misses than hits, but... well, they still have hits. that's all that keeps namara sane most days. the willingness to try. ' we're still here, aren't we ? '

[blightworn]

⌈ namara | @nekrotisch ⌋

" I love what you've done with the place, Cass, " Namara exclaims with a smile as she enters the mage's quarters. She leans towards a blue speckled mushroom and pokes it gently, as if she's never seen one before in her life (and, in her defense, she's never seen this type before).

"It occurs to me- have you ever thought about the long-term effects of this blight on wildlife? " she asks with a tilt of her head. The way their lives have transformed in such a short period of time makes her head spin regularly, but she still has time for questions like this.

[blightworn]

⌈ namara | continued from here | @bloodedhearts ⌋

" Your blade is only as sharp as your mind, " Namara counters, though her tone is gentle. She can only imagine a fraction of what he's going through; life is bizarre, the odds are slim, and their mutual friend is no longer here to make it feel possible. We can do this. We have to do this. The constant mantra plays in her mind as she considers what to say. She still isn't accustomed to leadership, to being the one who has to rally the troops. At times, she feels more suited for god-wrangling than having a conversation. No one has left yet, however, so she's counting her wins.

" Fenris... if you need to talk to someone, I'm here, " she offers with a small smile.