ties that bind ▲ inquisitor&hero
ofaeducan
In a world without gold and the Chant, Evelyn might have lived a normal life. Whether or not it was fate or chance, duty was thrust upon her at every cornerstone of her life. Her duty as a mage; to be protected, to serve the Chantry, to stay away from life outside of the spiracle they'd placed her in. Her duty at the Conclave; support the Trevelyan name, advocate against every right she'd been lusting after since she was forced into the circle, try to win back the love that her brothers and sisters got unconditionally. Now, her duty to the Inquisition dogged her, with its many-faced demands. Thankfully, she served as a figurehead, a stance of power that mages never had the luxury of attaining in the past, but even so, it was all the more trying. The heretic mage of the Trevelyan line was known all throughout Thedas.
But what of those before her? The Aeducan that was cast from her nobility, whose status as heir was usurped from her. Exiled, caseless, essentially cut down to the prestige of a mage. Who could blame Evelyn for looking up to her? She took the dregs of her power and used it to smite the blight to save Fereldan, a place that would treat her with disrespect simply for existing (she drew so many parallels between her and the hero, perhaps too many). Scrawled on pages and pages of her journal, Evelyn had revered her in silence. What better person was there to look up to? She set a precedent unlike any other, one not spurred from recklessness like the Champion, but a stellar, unrivaled one.
When word broke out that Sereda Aeducan was venturing to Skyhold to aid the Inquisition, Evelyn could have cried. Key word there was could have. She kept her wits about her, kept her demeanor nothing short of daunting. If the leader was seen weeping over the chance to see her idol, it would be most likely a blow to morale. The Inquisitor was the one who was the idol, the Herald of Andraste bowed to no one, yadda yadda, she'd be sure to hear a strongly-worded talk from one of the Advisors if she were to let any of that damned facade collapse.
When she saw the Hero of Ferelden, though, she couldn't help but make eyes at her. And the smile she softly used fills the silence like a speech.
❝ Greetings, Hero of Ferelden. ❞