[ Being held under tight scrutiny is an existence Kaia has found herself rather used to, even fond of at a point. Though her decisions may have been found unorthodox or even dangerous, each and every one of them has led to the success that the Inquisition has ultimately found pride in. Freeing the mages and working beside them, distributing harsh yet fair punishment rather than imprisonment or death... While many may disagree with Kaia's intentions, they have seen through to where the Inquisition lies now. Insisting that the wardens who still live work beside them is just another step forward, regardless of what they have done. ]
[ And her advisors certainly showed just as much discontent. But they were here, settled, and there was nothing more any of them could do. Each step forward has brought some gift, and when Kaia is advised that she has a visitor awaiting her before the throne, there is promise more than surprise. ]
[ That is, until this Warden-Commander lowers her hood and reveals herself. There is enough gasps in the room to cause echo, shock among each and every person within a good enough viewpoint. While the Inquisitor remains calm, serene with a matching expression, the advisors around her show otherwise. ]
[ Especially Cullen. ]
[ The Commander stands in shock, clear on his face when the whispers "It's the Hero of Ferelden..." "She died at the hands of the Archdemon!", quiet calls to the Maker and Andraste where he is dumbfounded and shocked all the same. ]
[ She had died. It was ten years ago when Cullen had heard the news of his former charge having passed in her bravery. So many years where he had assumed moving on to be the only choice, where he had moved on despite his personal doubts and desires to change what he had done before her. His hands rested upon the hilt of his sword, but drop at the sight of her. ]
[ Kaia is prepared to speak to her, but Cullen raises a hand, stepping forward. ]
Neria? By the Maker, is that--
[ He looks to Kaia, still raising his hand as request. ]
Forgive me for overstepping, Inquisitor, but I...
[ But Kaia hardly takes it as an insult, not when she is fully aware of Cullen's past. Not when she very much knows what he is likely feeling. Cullen is speechless, realizing he's interrupted rudely and he forces himself to take a step back. Kaia wears a sympathetic gaze, though it doesn't last long, and she looks to Neria. ]
It's not often we see a ghost walk through our doors. And by the way the color in my Commander's face has completely washed off and those around you, I'm to assume you have made quite the disappearing act.
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[ And her advisors certainly showed just as much discontent. But they were here, settled, and there was nothing more any of them could do. Each step forward has brought some gift, and when Kaia is advised that she has a visitor awaiting her before the throne, there is promise more than surprise. ]
[ That is, until this Warden-Commander lowers her hood and reveals herself. There is enough gasps in the room to cause echo, shock among each and every person within a good enough viewpoint. While the Inquisitor remains calm, serene with a matching expression, the advisors around her show otherwise. ]
[ Especially Cullen. ]
[ The Commander stands in shock, clear on his face when the whispers "It's the Hero of Ferelden..." "She died at the hands of the Archdemon!", quiet calls to the Maker and Andraste where he is dumbfounded and shocked all the same. ]
[ She had died. It was ten years ago when Cullen had heard the news of his former charge having passed in her bravery. So many years where he had assumed moving on to be the only choice, where he had moved on despite his personal doubts and desires to change what he had done before her. His hands rested upon the hilt of his sword, but drop at the sight of her. ]
[ Kaia is prepared to speak to her, but Cullen raises a hand, stepping forward. ]
Neria? By the Maker, is that--
[ He looks to Kaia, still raising his hand as request. ]
Forgive me for overstepping, Inquisitor, but I...
[ But Kaia hardly takes it as an insult, not when she is fully aware of Cullen's past. Not when she very much knows what he is likely feeling. Cullen is speechless, realizing he's interrupted rudely and he forces himself to take a step back. Kaia wears a sympathetic gaze, though it doesn't last long, and she looks to Neria. ]
It's not often we see a ghost walk through our doors. And by the way the color in my Commander's face has completely washed off and those around you, I'm to assume you have made quite the disappearing act.
Are you who they say you are?