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[fieldbox="Léonie de Valroque; The Unsung Song, Darkmagenta, solid, 10, times"]
The laughter died in her throat when Benjen spoke again, and her face fell for the briefest instance. By the time he bowed at her mockingly, her expression was as unreadable as stone, and just as cool.
The shocking thought that had come to mind when she looked upon her gown was that she looked like someone who had just lived through a Blight.
Leonie turned to face the Waking Sea. Though she knew nothing about sailing, she could see they were making fairly good speed, and must be well away from Val Royeaux. She scanned the distance, but couldn't see a trace of it. Thoughts of her father and younger brother swam up to the surface of her mind but she instantly shut them down, locking them away in a small mental compartment which she would open later --somewhere more private, preferably, not in the middle of the ocean with two warriors. She gazed at the sea, then she gazed at her hands as they held onto the railing, and she found herself thinking that this was the closest approximation of being in the Fade she'd seen while waking. A little floating vessel, alone.
She had cast a spell last night, willingly. Everything she knew was destroyed, and she could never go back to her home or her loved ones. There was a Blight upon Thedas. She had nothing left.
So what do I have to lose?
Heavy steps upon wood alerted her to an imminent interruption. She half-turned to receive him, and accepted his offering of what was presumably food and clothing. A... whole loaf? Was she meant to eat all of it? She met his gaze, listened to his words. Her expression was as unreadable and detached as ever.
"I am sorry you feel that way. Thank you for these." It was clear that she'd gone back to diplomatic court-speak in which she spoke but said nothing at all. But she knew that if she responded honestly, she wouldn't respond politely. Leonie calmly watched him turn and go brood at the other railing, then down to the inner sections of the ship.
'Contained.' A joke about out-of-control magic. Despicable. Obscene. She felt outraged anger building, but she took several breaths, thinking of rage demons and abominations, and it helped calm her.
Placing her items on the sail she'd slept in, Leonie took off the other Warden's coat and extracted her shoes from it. She shakily made her way to the wheel. She didn't quite have sea legs yet.
"Sir Vaeryn, thank you very much for lending me your coat." The Orlaisian duchess gave the much more personable Warden a small smile, deciding she liked him better. She offered him his coat back. "Would it be alright if I went downstairs to change?"[/fieldbox]
The laughter died in her throat when Benjen spoke again, and her face fell for the briefest instance. By the time he bowed at her mockingly, her expression was as unreadable as stone, and just as cool.
The shocking thought that had come to mind when she looked upon her gown was that she looked like someone who had just lived through a Blight.
Leonie turned to face the Waking Sea. Though she knew nothing about sailing, she could see they were making fairly good speed, and must be well away from Val Royeaux. She scanned the distance, but couldn't see a trace of it. Thoughts of her father and younger brother swam up to the surface of her mind but she instantly shut them down, locking them away in a small mental compartment which she would open later --somewhere more private, preferably, not in the middle of the ocean with two warriors. She gazed at the sea, then she gazed at her hands as they held onto the railing, and she found herself thinking that this was the closest approximation of being in the Fade she'd seen while waking. A little floating vessel, alone.
She had cast a spell last night, willingly. Everything she knew was destroyed, and she could never go back to her home or her loved ones. There was a Blight upon Thedas. She had nothing left.
So what do I have to lose?
Heavy steps upon wood alerted her to an imminent interruption. She half-turned to receive him, and accepted his offering of what was presumably food and clothing. A... whole loaf? Was she meant to eat all of it? She met his gaze, listened to his words. Her expression was as unreadable and detached as ever.
"I am sorry you feel that way. Thank you for these." It was clear that she'd gone back to diplomatic court-speak in which she spoke but said nothing at all. But she knew that if she responded honestly, she wouldn't respond politely. Leonie calmly watched him turn and go brood at the other railing, then down to the inner sections of the ship.
'Contained.' A joke about out-of-control magic. Despicable. Obscene. She felt outraged anger building, but she took several breaths, thinking of rage demons and abominations, and it helped calm her.
Placing her items on the sail she'd slept in, Leonie took off the other Warden's coat and extracted her shoes from it. She shakily made her way to the wheel. She didn't quite have sea legs yet.
"Sir Vaeryn, thank you very much for lending me your coat." The Orlaisian duchess gave the much more personable Warden a small smile, deciding she liked him better. She offered him his coat back. "Would it be alright if I went downstairs to change?"[/fieldbox]