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Aug. 13th, 2016 07:59 pmmythalenasteSkyhold hasn't been this empty-feeling in a while. There are still caravans, wagons of people packing up to retire now that Corypheus is dead. Pel watches more people leave every day and wonders how this moment came before she knew what to do about it.
She sits in the courtyard for a rare moment of rest. Sina is sprinting across the grass with mud in her hair and a determined look she usually reserves for Lucci. So long as she stays within sight, Pel doesn't care very much. Sylaise help her, she never thought she would reach a day when sitting and doing nothing would be a treat. She rests with her elbows on her knees and her fingers threaded together, watching the child-monster as she runs.
Leliana has promised her a job if she stays. But with no leader, no Inquisitor, the support for the Inquisition is already beginning to fray. Pel's promised job may not exist in a year, unless leadership changes. But this is Sina's home. Skyhold is her playground and nursery both. And Pel has no clan, no place to take her except the open road. That's no life for a child, wandering the wild with no one but her mother. Sina needs friends and playmates and honorary aunts and uncles. She needs a clan, and the Inquisition is her clan.
The tot's trajectory becomes clear, and a moment later she arrives. Alistair is sitting across the courtyard working on something or another and her elbows land on his knees. She babbles something hurriedly and excitedly, and there is absolutely no telling what it is, but she waits a moment for his reply. Pel smiles.
She sits in the courtyard for a rare moment of rest. Sina is sprinting across the grass with mud in her hair and a determined look she usually reserves for Lucci. So long as she stays within sight, Pel doesn't care very much. Sylaise help her, she never thought she would reach a day when sitting and doing nothing would be a treat. She rests with her elbows on her knees and her fingers threaded together, watching the child-monster as she runs.
Leliana has promised her a job if she stays. But with no leader, no Inquisitor, the support for the Inquisition is already beginning to fray. Pel's promised job may not exist in a year, unless leadership changes. But this is Sina's home. Skyhold is her playground and nursery both. And Pel has no clan, no place to take her except the open road. That's no life for a child, wandering the wild with no one but her mother. Sina needs friends and playmates and honorary aunts and uncles. She needs a clan, and the Inquisition is her clan.
The tot's trajectory becomes clear, and a moment later she arrives. Alistair is sitting across the courtyard working on something or another and her elbows land on his knees. She babbles something hurriedly and excitedly, and there is absolutely no telling what it is, but she waits a moment for his reply. Pel smiles.
