[The morning after the ball, both she and Kieran rise late, though that sentiment perhaps extends to most of Skyhold; she had hardly planned to stay so late, yet she had enjoyed parts of it (making the Orlesians uncomfortable yet horribly fascinated, upsetting the Seeker with jokes of Vivienne marrying her off, seeing Kieran's face light up), and some...well, talking to Alistair was always talking to Alistair, more strained than they had been, something more upsetting about it.
It's the dancing. Leliana's unnecessary yet welcome rescue from the Duke. Being so close to her, that Leliana had offered and she finds herself looking for the double meaning. It was a night to put rumours to bed, not to invite in more but they had been seen by so many and-
That it bothers her so little bothers her, but she is ever the contrarian.
What the runner might report back is a Morrigan still with the scent of last night's perfume still clinging to her skin, her hair tied back loosely, her eyes softened with last night's makeup still lining them; she fell into bed when freed from her gown, Kieran crawling in soon after from his own adjacent little spot. (Better, now that she's moved, and some would say more fitting for the arcane advisor if the Inquisition is to give the right impression, closer certainly to her work and but a short walk to the gardens.)
It's Morrigan though who comes to find Leliana after she has frozen the spiders, a small note in her hand from a boy still too shy to tell the spymaster herself though written in a small boy's hand because Morrigan, perhaps surprisingly, taught him manners. The spymaster might be busy though there are plenty of eyes to see the flowers from the wilds left so they will not wilt, left alongside a note that reads as follows:]
Thank you Leliana, I will be sure to tell you of my victory.
post-ball;
It's the dancing. Leliana's unnecessary yet welcome rescue from the Duke. Being so close to her, that Leliana had offered and she finds herself looking for the double meaning. It was a night to put rumours to bed, not to invite in more but they had been seen by so many and-
That it bothers her so little bothers her, but she is ever the contrarian.
What the runner might report back is a Morrigan still with the scent of last night's perfume still clinging to her skin, her hair tied back loosely, her eyes softened with last night's makeup still lining them; she fell into bed when freed from her gown, Kieran crawling in soon after from his own adjacent little spot. (Better, now that she's moved, and some would say more fitting for the arcane advisor if the Inquisition is to give the right impression, closer certainly to her work and but a short walk to the gardens.)
It's Morrigan though who comes to find Leliana after she has frozen the spiders, a small note in her hand from a boy still too shy to tell the spymaster herself though written in a small boy's hand because Morrigan, perhaps surprisingly, taught him manners. The spymaster might be busy though there are plenty of eyes to see the flowers from the wilds left so they will not wilt, left alongside a note that reads as follows:]
Thank you Leliana, I will be sure to tell you of my victory.
(I've always wanted to ride a giant nug!)