“I did not wish to cloud the inquisition’s aim with my own affairs but… I will consider speaking to him. It is…odd- adjusting to two heralds, but the Maker works in ways unclear at first glance.” She sighed and carefully slipped off her gloves, filling her glass and offering Varric the wine bottle

“Neatness is overrated in many talents if your end results proves true. You are…quite skilled in your art.” Cassandra leaned over from the stairs, very much preferring to look at the mage’s art over the large headache preparing troops was turning out to be

My family has never kept a bitter thought for any elf, nor slaves, Sera. You have courage and skills, but a respectful word for the inquisitor would take you much farer than crude jokes

“I forget less than I forgive, which is hardly ever, and never about books.” Cassandra spoke with a nod “Run along, and keep out of trouble.” She had of course, realized their interior motive for playing her a visit over an hour ago. The seeker sighed, going to bed in place of having another glass.

THERE'S A CLUB?!! Seeker, is this true?!! @allegrafilomena.bsky.social

“No, and it is very unlike them. I have been trying to craft my… disagreement into a letter.” She sat down at the bar beside him, gesturing for a bottle. “What happened was a disgrace to the order! We seek the truth and if the truth dictates…I ramble. It does no good. Perhaps they wish me angry.”

Actions speak loudly. Prove yourself indispensable in someway yet and the Inquisition may look upon you differently 

“The last published or the last he is walking about with and writing excruciatingly slowly?” Cassandra let out a small tisk like sound, staring into her wine. “Yes to the first, and two pages to the second, where I happened to glance…”

Truly ridiculous as if I would participate in something so…

On that we agree. Such a mess.

My words with Iron Bull are not any business concerning you, book

No. Would you like to change that?

@sera-was-never.bsky.social Oh. It is you

“A code…I will not crush such enthusiasm. Why not?” She lifted her wine glass that had somehow been refilled from a bottle safely hidden behind her resting shield. “Perhaps Varric may write more freely if a club is waiting to read…”

She extended her pinkie after seeing Bellara take notice of her travel utensils and took another bite of the meat pie. “Prepared properly always.” Cassandra’s eyes brightened somewhat beyond just her drunkenness.

When I find that… The warren! It could have only been him. So very obvious… -Her face softens just a faction in worry- My first editions Our Lady, please say he is not a dogearing reader

“Normal. Quiet. I do not care for it. Heavy talk for cheerful apples. Honestly… I don’t know how ‘things’ are…” She glanced down at him and back with a forced casualness, as they stepped inside. “To what ‘things’ do you refer? Perhaps I may catch my thoughts yet…”

-Wakes up still in the tavern at noon, with a chocolate stuck to her cheek, nursing a hangover- What what was I doing here last night? -Creeps away to bed and the warmth of her favorite pants-

*Wrinkles nose* Desire demon then? Always the same tricks

I smell a very large rat. -Creeps quietly, despite her armor, poping around each corner dramatically-

They would be fools to try. Your aim is true

-Overhears just those words and nearly falls down the library stairs-

*fadesteps to a stop* Lady Cassandra! You are pretty…

-Is very matter of factly wearing a fancy slightly frilly dress and her armored boots and gloves still, doing her everyday drills in the yard-

MY- property- HAS BEEN VULGARY CHEESED! *huffs* -looking this way and that, trying not to give away the fact that one of the books was marked with a ribbon at her favorite ✨scene✨-

-Lost in thought, whispering to herself, holding a notebook and opening the door to her room-

A paranoia only. It is far too unique to get far. I could easily fetch it back through the proper channels

It is a living

-brandishes her sword- A regret demon then. I do not need your help.

Many. And the families broken by them as well. It is an honor so they say but- a …sacrifice. Dreaming I would prefer. A sword or staff need not be eternal to matter

Your face has a certain… gleam -side eye-

No tricks. I will be watching

*Walking up and down the stables occasionally giving the horses uneasy glances* -mumbles to them- The inquisitor says I must have a mount for the upcoming battle and other travels. Let us not make this more difficult than it must be…

“I have been attempting this new series. Something about warriors riding dragons, bonding to their minds. Also love among them all as they…race? Battle? Some contest…” Cassandra reached into her armor, retrieving a small tin and opening it to reveal a miniature fork and spoon.

“And so the great forces of peace said when visiting. We have pie, may we parlay?” Cassandra waved a hand with a low far away tone. “You may, come in…” She mumbled. “I would say I am ashamed to be seen as I am, but surely pride is in too high supply with the visiting nobles…”

As all with power who are just do? What are you up to, demon?

The fact that Meredith has no part in this new crisis with the cursed stones is a blessing to us all. ….. You are ….. welcome Varric

Oh. Yes. Of course. In all honesty I prefer your method over others. A nap is far less… permanent than lichdom. It is good to know that you are well

You sleep so often. Are you ill?

Less a taste than a feeling warmth and then metallic… with the smell of sea A…. friend- once told me such. I have heard of the commander’s decision. Not an easy choice, but it called to him loudly. He is strong

-Is up keeping the midnight watch. The torches flicker and the roar of a dragon long dead echoes in memory. She blinks and the peaceful stars above shine on in the frosty night*

It’s autumn, and the leaves are aflame! Itty bitty autumn dragon stickers ♡ #artshop

Lyrium. Is Not. Candy! Or a sweet! Or- *sigh* Honestly Alistair, you must know a little better?

Do. Not. Lick.

=Skyhold, 9:41 dragon= 🛡️Open RP🛡️ The figure sitting my the fire in the main hall was almost unrecognizable. With a white doublet hood pulled up to cover her hair, and plain linen trousers, she could almost be mistaken for a chantry sister scribbling serious words of prayer into her journal.

Is it your cheese frolicking hour yet again, Alistair?

-Has somewhat haphazardly reinforced the back of her shield with the before mentioned dragonbones- Solid and steady

I have journeyed into the fade myself to receive the touch of Faith. You are no seeker but there is a certain sureness to you. The fade respects that. You are welcome. Protect him well. Such things are… rare and wonderful.

The might of this cursed lyrium mixed with a dragon far removed from it’s natural mind does not bode well. But I have trained much of my life for dragons… I may be called on to do what I must…soon Yes, a fine weapon. An odd name, but who am I to judge