[ "Where we led in war, we will now serve in peace."
A rousing speech before the Council. A long series of meetings with her advisors. A plan to move forward with no sign of Solas, but their sights set on Tevinter.
The Inquisitor returns to Hadriel in a haze. Cecily comes through the Door this time in the formal garb of the Inquisition, dressed in what they'd worn at Halamshiral during the Exalted Council shortly before this trip back to Hadriel. She tumbles to the ground, completely thrown off by the change in scenery, but it isn't too long before she rises again, exhausted.
One of her two sleeves is empty: her left arm is gone.
As such, Cecily withdraws a dagger with her right one, brows coming together in bewilderment, and then... recognition. How could she not know this place, where she's spent nearly three years? ]
... Maker's ass. [ Her heart aches so badly that her eyes begin to sting, but she shakes it off. She had just been reunited - after two long years - with her friends and husband, after all, only to have it stolen away for the third time. Cecily's head swims with a burning indigence at this slight, but also at the knowledge that her mission has been derailed yet again. Time may be paused in Thedas, but she is more driven than ever to return, to find and stop Solas. To, maybe someday, rest.
For now, the Inquisitor steadies herself, glancing with a cold stare at the surrounding Coliseum. There will be beasts, newcomers, familiar faces. That's something, at least. And hadn't they been trying to piece the Door back together when she'd last been here?
inquisitor trevelyan ; ota
[ "Where we led in war, we will now serve in peace."
A rousing speech before the Council. A long series of meetings with her advisors. A plan to move forward with no sign of Solas, but their sights set on Tevinter.
The Inquisitor returns to Hadriel in a haze. Cecily comes through the Door this time in the formal garb of the Inquisition, dressed in what they'd worn at Halamshiral during the Exalted Council shortly before this trip back to Hadriel. She tumbles to the ground, completely thrown off by the change in scenery, but it isn't too long before she rises again, exhausted.
One of her two sleeves is empty: her left arm is gone.
As such, Cecily withdraws a dagger with her right one, brows coming together in bewilderment, and then... recognition. How could she not know this place, where she's spent nearly three years? ]
... Maker's ass. [ Her heart aches so badly that her eyes begin to sting, but she shakes it off. She had just been reunited - after two long years - with her friends and husband, after all, only to have it stolen away for the third time. Cecily's head swims with a burning indigence at this slight, but also at the knowledge that her mission has been derailed yet again. Time may be paused in Thedas, but she is more driven than ever to return, to find and stop Solas. To, maybe someday, rest.
For now, the Inquisitor steadies herself, glancing with a cold stare at the surrounding Coliseum. There will be beasts, newcomers, familiar faces. That's something, at least. And hadn't they been trying to piece the Door back together when she'd last been here?
The memories return, gradually... ]