over. For all his shortcomings he is as protective as a father, though he is actually my great uncle…” She grinned proudly as he continued to rub her scar, it was oddly soothing, reassuring in a way she hadn’t felt since… “I gave those demons the void. I would have, until my last breath”🛡️ 

She pressed her cheek into his hand, repositioning to curl around him, the light reflecting on her still glossy skin. “They will like you I am sure, they do adore parties, stuffed shirts as some of them are. Perhaps our visit might align with hunting season. My uncle will be the one to win  

always was a hopeless romantic. Dreaming of my hero, a knight or perhaps a scholar, a man of integrity, faith and kindness…” She rubbed his chin up to his cheek. “I’m only sorry I left you lost for so long…”🛡️

Cassandra laughed and sighed at the feeling of him, sending a trill down her body, the cool wash of the healing magic mixed with his mouth burning with quiet passion. “I wanted to marry. But on my terms. Asking such born into my family, even far removed, as I am now, was…a bit of a dream.But I 

“I heard a roomer about her some many years ago, that she had a relationship of some complexity with First Enchanter Orsino. How much was their will in the end, their consciousness? Blood magic and the idol…”

*grumbled, putting her head on his shoulder and poking at her ruby colored sending stone with vigor* 🤨

“I am a seeker, not a master of making letters appear on these voided sending stones…”😤

“Oh, no. That was more the fashion of the templar leaders. We have-h-had a series of training trails even before the last when we officially took on apprentices. Tests of skill, strength, integrity…and then all could be merry…” 

“Hello, Zecky. Are you well out here alone? Is your home near? The darkspawn may still lurk. I am Lady Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast, leader of the Seekers of Truth. Doubtless you have heard of us.”🐎

((ooc: For future rp I usually use my default worldstate, which is seekers rebuilt, inquisition not disbanded)) *watches the young man with a bemused look*

“I-hm.” 🥹 *sniffed*

“I don’t know, perhaps their pride does not understand a losing battle. Losing with dignity is not shameful.” *eyes the still half full wine bottle* “We could. Hm, it would be best in celebration. We used to drink after each trail was successful among the seekers…”

“I was thinking of the same. I would count myself lucky…”

“I have never played anything for clothing. I have enough coin to keep my pride. Hm, I’m sure I could last well on tavern wine, better than cards…”

“Ah, you. And you are the cause, I cannot seem to stay grumpy around you…”💕

“It is well done. I do smile, contrary to popular gossip.”

“A sign to both of us perhaps, to not give up hope. I was six at the time. I remember feeling the petals, like velvet. Pretending the world was peaceful…”

brake some sort of record if left to you? Mm, it is lucky I train daily…” She bent forward kissing him again and staring into his eyes. There was an honest warmth there like drink on a much colder day. “To be truthful I was starting to suppose I might never marry…”🛡️

“I am fine…” She whispered, returning his tender gester by rubbing his back in turn. “No less rough than being bucked from a horse, but I prefer this ending.” The air was hazed with the sun and the faint call of parrots. “It is peaceful here, but our bed is best…Yes, better each time. We would