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It’s been so long since I wrote anything so I apologise if it sounds a little rusty. Regardless it was a lot of fun writing not Myr for a change, hope you like it!
For @dadrunkwriting and @motherofgriffins, featuring Leliana and Neria, my Grey Warden. Myr still found her way into this piece but let’s be honest she took over my life so long ago it’s not that surprising anymore.
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Warm afternoon sun settled over the battlements of the Skyhold. Despite it being the late spring the castle seemed to be frozen in the middles of autumn, golden leaves scattered all over every surface. The mountain wind that was usually trying to rip the flags down relocated somewhere else today leaving the grounds in the unusual atmosphere of peace and quiet.
The heavy gates that led to the outside world opened slowly, surprisingly without any sound, and let in the mysterious figure. The figure was fairly small and covered from head to toe in a cloak made of white fur and was accompanied by the huge dog almost the size of the person it was following.
The figure looked around the premises with a sharp glint of an eye from under the hood. Nobody seemed to notice the arrival of a strange couple as if they were invisible. Folk at the Skyhold was busy with its everyday life - a few merchants were arguing with each other about something that looked like a scrawny piece of paper with a schematics drawn on it. An Inquisition scout ran by in a rush followed by a circle mage in a long dress robes. The horses were neighing somewhere in the far corner. Careful not to accidentally bump into anyone the cloaked person turned right, passing by the medical tents, and walked up the stairs to the training grounds. The dog followed suit, sniffing the steps and looking around with a wild curiosity in its eyes.
Not even trying to stay in the shadows of the wall the mysterious person stopped in their tracks to look at the people training over there. The sun was shining on the polished pauldrons and chest pieces of the templar armour. A group of archers in turns were shooting the arrows in the targets across the ground. Another group were standing nearby in different stances holding their shields and concentrating hard, a faint aura of magic surrounding them. Finally, the last group were swinging their swords intact to the command of a tall templar who seemed very serious and important. His low voice rolled around the training field, and the drops of sweat were glistening on his dark skin.
“Ser Barris”, murmured the figure in a sweet voice, barely heard by anyone beside their dog. “I guess she likes to keep the enemy very close”, their hand wrapped in a soft brown leather landed on a dog’s head and scratched behind the ear. The dog barked knowingly and with that, they continued their journey up the next round of the stairs.
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Strangely enough nobody cared to pay any attention to the couple inside the castle as well. Maybe it was the confidence they navigated around the corridors with, or maybe be it was the size of the dog’s teeth that scared people away, but in the end both the cloaked person and their mabari were standing in front of the wooden doors that separated them from the War room. Judging by the sounds coming from behind these doors the conversation has gotten heated up at this point.
“We can’t just march into the Palace with an army!” cried out the voice with a thick antivan accent. It was clear that the person was already desperate beyond any reason.
“Then why, pray tell, do I have a fucking army if I can’t even march anywhere with it?!” the person to answer her had a slight orlesian accent and was talking in a low and cold voice, but it rose by the end of a sentence, telling anyone it wasn’t probably the first tip this topic was being discussed.
“We have to protect the mages and our people. Although I will have to agree with Inquisitor here, can’t we just go and warn the Empress? Must we participate in all this, ambassador?”, the figure let out a quiet huff of amusement, making the dog whine impatiently and scratch the door with its impressive paw. Both of them recognized that voice and were ecstatic to finally see the owner.
“Are you ready, big guy?” they rubbed behind the mabari’s ear one more time and it stuck its tongue excitedly in response. “You’re must be lucky then, because I’m not. We haven’t seen her in years”, a sigh followed the whisper, but the dog was having none of that. It licked the palm rubbing its forehead and nudged the person towards the doors.
“Okay, okay, way to be so pushy, mister”, they laughed softly again. With a final glance on the dog they lowered the hood of their cloak and pushed the door open.
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Warm afternoon sun was generous enough not only to bright up the battlements but also sneak a peek at the most tense room in the entire Skyhold castle. The rogue ray of sunlight ran over the map reflecting on the shiny metal pieces scattered all over the place as if someone threw them around in a heated moment of argument. It then stopped for a second to light the silent scene around the table - the Advisors and the Inquisitor turned towards the opened door, befuddlement clearly visible on Myr and Josephine’s faces, utter shock and disbelief on Cullen’s and, what was the most unusual, the look of utter joy and wide smile on Leliana’s lips complete by the light blush of her cheeks. Finally the sun ended its journey on the mysterious visitor that just entered the room. Not hidden by the hood anymore everyone can see an elven woman with wild curls of yellow hair with a feather sticking out of it, freckles that spotted her entire face and bright eyes the color of the said sun. The green that stretched her lips was matching Leliana’s and the intense gaze was glues to the spymaster since the moment the doors opened.
“Neri”, the whisper and clinking of a metal piece on the stone floor broke the silence. The woman called Neri laughed happily and the sound of hundreds of little bells instantly filled the whole room.
In one swift motion she passed suddenly very pale Mornemyr who looked like Death herself, and pulled down the spymaster by her hood straight into a desperate kiss. Leliana didn’t seem surprised by that, in fact, she let out a thin sound and hugged Neri so tight in return it felt like their bodies were going to melt together and they will never have to say good bye ever again. They kissed for what felt like eternity failing to notice a dread look of the Lady Inquisitor, a polite coughs from the Ambassador and even the moment when mabari barked excitedly, jumped right onto the map table and tackled still shocked Cullen to the ground unceremoniously ignoring his weak protests and licking his entire face like it was a dog treat.
The separated finally still gripping onto each other, their foreheads touching and matching smiles flashing on their reddened faces. “I missed you, love”, whispered the elf, and was about to say something else but was interrupted by Mornemyr.
“La… Lalaith?” her voice was raspy as if she just choke on air, tense fingers gripping the corner of a table like it was the last thing keeping her sane. Josephine was now looking very interested in something on her pad. Cullen, barely alive and very disheveled, climbed under the God and was now looking in turns on Myr and Neria who didn’t have any plans on letting go of the spymaster any time soon.
“I can’t believe it, do you two actually know each other?” nobody bothered to answer that question.
“Nice to finally meet you, Lady Inquisitor. Or, should I say - ”, Neria turned around, holding Leliana’s hand tightly in hers. Orange gaze seemed to burn right through Mornemyr, who now was covering her mouth with a shaking palm. The smile on visitor’s face was even brighter now, threatening to blind everyone around. “ - cousin Mor?”