If only it were that easy. I'd almost prefer Corypheus make his presence here so we can get it over with, rather than deal with all of this ridiculous game nonsense and blatant narcissism.
But the rational part of me pleads I be careful what I wish for.
[ His nose wrinkles at the mention of being more intimidating. Neria is hardly the sort, but she's apparently done better among the guests than he has. ]
At this point, I would be better off adorning deeper scars across my face. I just hope this night plays out quicker. The air here is thick and I don't quite enjoy being so possibly close to a potential assassin without knowing.
Only if he shows up in silks and furs and is made to dance like everyone else here. And then he can fall on the Inquisitor's blade at the end of the night.
[ Too bad that's a fantasy that will never come to light. Neria turns and leans her hip against the railing, keeping an eye on the door for a few moments. Her gaze quickly flickers back to him as she shakes her head, and she reaches out to touch his arm for a moment. ]
Your face is fine as it is. And you are allowed to tell them to bugger off, you know. Just...politely.
[ Realizing that perhaps touching him is showing too much, she releases him, allowing the gesture to look more friendly than anything else. ]
[ But yes, it is a distant fantasy that will likely never happen, and Cullen moves on from the idea. His attention shifts back and forth from the door to Neria, keeping an eye out in case it is necessary. So far, nothing too exciting, and his attention is brought back to Neria when he feels her arm reach for him. It's more comforting than she might think, and Cullen manages a smile for her. ]
I am here to maintain appearances. If this is what I must endure for the sake of a victory, I'll do so. The last thing I want is to cause reason to feel insulted, and we both know how touchy some of these people are.
[ He clears his throat when she lets go, straightening his posture as he lowers his voice. ]
I can't be so sure. I have heard enough talks among the crowd, and Leliana's sources tell me of Briala having been a past lover of the Empress. There is enough motive after being made practically a prisoner to the court to at least arrange an assassination. But I've yet to hear much beyond that to support taking a side.
I can understand why the Duke sees it fit to take place on the throne. Military backing is important when running an empire, and it appears Celine is not as serious on the matter as he. She would be right to spend more time organizing protection rather than keeping appearances.
Why the Duke might be a suspect is still beyond me. It is yet to be shown, and we'll do right to await the Inquisitor's findings.
[ He looks back at her, his normally serious expression firmly in place. ]
[ Fair enough. He has more patience than she...but he has always been in a role where it has been necessary for him to maintain a certain decorum. She has gone too long without needing to adhere to many rules, half of her life spent in the Circle and the other half as a Warden. She gives him a smile as he turns to look at her, and her brighter expression sobers up quickly.
They are here to work. She remembers that, even if she'd rather see him continue to smile.
Neria hums thoughtfully, glancing over his shoulder to keep an eye on the rest of the room at his back as he speaks. When she replies, it is quiet, her tone low. ]
The Duke could equally be as desperate. I'll agree that it seems unlikely he would align himself with Corypheus; he seems the type to prefer something less subtle, something that would reclaim his honor as he ascends the throne. Aligning with a magister won't do that.
Briala... Calculated, possibly dangerous, but I don't think she would help Corypheus of her own accord. I don't believe she'd try to kill Celene, either. Not outright, not here. She has plenty of other opportunities, and to have the Empress killed at her own party will have her be martyred for it.
[ Neria pauses, thinking that over. ]
Or, perhaps that's all the more reason to do it tonight... Still, I don't think she's the type.
[ Briefly, her eyes follow a couple as they steal away into the trophy hallway and are, of course, berated by the older generals still conversing about their war days. She frowns. ]
...What if Celene is the one working with Corypheus to ensure her place on the throne? And tonight, he's sending someone to kill her so he can take it for himself?
[ Neria poses a good point, and Cullen doesn't outright disagree. Not now, and certainly not when neither of them have decent evidence to properly investigate. He crosses his arms, one hand grasping his chin gently has he has yet another look around. He can hear whispers in the distance, a pair of gentleman speaking of how Gaspard is a fool. There is another group of people not too far spending more time complaining about the food than matters at hand. All ridiculous yammer, which makes it all the more necessary to focus back on Neria. ]
There... Is a chance at that, I am sure. We've both seen how likely corruption is, and I wouldn't be surprised to see if the Empress fell to similar temptations.
[ Cullen lowers his arms and shakes his head. ]
But I don't believe she would go such lengths. All things considered, Celene is a well put-together woman, far more concerned about peace to fall victim to chaos. Either way, Corypheus wouldn't need the threat of her as an inside agent as an excuse.
I hope Kaia is able to gather information fast. Time is of the essence, and the longer we are here, the greater risk we pose for ourselves.
Whoever it is, they won't be someone who's new to the court. They would have had to receive an invitation to come, someone she trusts or has some tie to. The arrow or the knife might not be in their hands, but it will be someone she knows. Of that, I'm certain.
[ She bristles and nods, finally looking back at him. She has faith in the Inquisitor and her companions, and knows she will find something. They're running out of time...but for the moment, Celene appears safe. Surrounded by guards, by her cousin and Briala, Neria believes she is out of danger for the time being.
With a gesture, she steps away, nodding to the doors. ]
Come, we should return before too much time has passed. Leliana and Josephine are probably wondering where we've slipped off to.
[ And it isn't until she's close to the doors that she realizes how that must sound. She rolls her eyes and turns back to Cullen as she opens the door for him. ]
I mean-- You know what I mean. They're probably worried for...
[ It's then that she pauses, seeing something over his shoulder. All color seems to drain from her face. ]
Morrigan?
[ Even from a distance, she recognizes her...and recognizes Kaia herself descending the stairs with her, the both of them locked in a conversation. Neria takes Cullen's arm and pulls him with her through the doors so she can have a better look at the both of them speaking, her eyes wide. What is she doing here, and why is she speaking to the Inquisitor?
[ Cullen nods to her point, though he doesn't have much time to add his own two-cents to it. It doesn't matter, because he agrees. It matters not who is the culprit or where they came from, just that Empress Celene trusts that person enough to have sent them an invitation. Such a heart-breaking fact, but it is true. ]
Oh, come on, surely they don't think we're--
[ He stops, watching as the color leaves Neria's face and she grasps onto his arm and pulls. His gaze looks upon where hers is, seeing the Inquisitor and Morrigan in the distance. He knows... Of her at the very least, but why spark such a reaction from Neria? ]
[ Years ago, Morrigan had told Neria that they would not meet again. She had watched her friend disappear through an Eluvian to untold lands, with a child she had never seen. To see her again brings back all of those memories again in full force...as well as all of the guilt once more. She's kept silent because of Morrigan, for her safety. To see her here in a ball gown, walking amidst the other nobles as if she's one of them--
She doesn't know what to say. How is she here? How did no one know that she was here?
For several moments, she is silent, simply looking back at Morrigan and Kaia. Then, she turns to him and shakes her head. ]
No. It's... I need to speak with Leliana...but that will have to wait. We should get back to our posts.
[ Surely Leliana must know. But if she did, why did no one tell her? ]
[ He senses it... Whether or not he knows what the issue is, he senses fear and dread in Neria. Even as they pass through the doors to the ballroom, Cullen holds no concern for those around him for the time being. Even with how serious the matters at hand are now, it is just as important that his partner's well being is intact. Cullen stops in front of her, hands reaching out to grab each arm gently. ]
Our posts can wait another moment.
Are you alright?
[ There's that serious gaze of his again, if not without a large touch of worry. ]
[ She can't do this right now. There are too many questions on her own for her to ask before she can even begin to touch on what is really wrong, and even then... She needs to keep Morrigan safe. The moment someone knows the origins of her son and what is possibly within him, she will be in danger, and even this many years later, she refuses to give up the truth on that.
Neria looks up at Cullen as he takes her arms, and she lifts a hand to touch his briefly, just for a moment. ]
I'm fine. I will be fine. I simply...
[ No, not here. Not where people can hear them. ]
I promise, we'll speak about this later. I promise. But I swear, I am fine. I was simply surprised to see her.
[ That look on her face was daunting, troubling. But there is at least reassurance that she is well, and she certainly is right. This... Is not the place. Nor the time. With hesitation and even some regret, Cullen releases her. ]
Alright...
[ He takes a look towards his post, seeing that his fantastic crowd of "fine company" is still there. With a sigh, he takes one last look at her. ]
Another time then.
[ There is enough hesitation here that he doesn't even feel comfortable leaving her. But he must... With one last reach to her, a simple brush to her arm, he takes off. ]
[ Now isn't the time. In truth, there is no good time for what she would have to tell him, and she still will not. Not now. Not until she's spoken to Morrigan. Her heart hangs heavy and she hates that she has to continue to keep her silence, especially with him, but he lets her go just the same. She gives him a brave look. ]
I know. If I need you--
[ I will find you. And that is all she can promise as she returns to her place and awaits the Inquisitor's return to the ballroom.
It doesn't come soon enough, and Kaia is back again into the fray on her search. Morrigan has given the Inquisitor a key and soon disappears to be with Celene, allowing Neria to breathe again. If Morrigan is around, then surely the Empress will be safe. Leliana, of course, doesn't seem to think so...but it isn't long before Kaia is back again, bringing with her a quick debate over who might be guilty, who might be involved, and the stakes of letting Celene die.
So long as someone sits the throne... She had to make this decision once before in the middle of a war, but not in such a dire moment. The Landsmeet seems tame compared to this.
It's difficult for her to remain there when the Inquisitor leaves again, more so when she suddenly appears again in armor. But she insists that she will handle Florianne and she does so brilliantly. She calls her out at her own game in front of everyone, exposing her for the crimes she's committed, and she is very quickly dealt with. Neria feels a swell of humility at the sight, thankful, again, that it is Lady Trevelyan who is in charge and not her.
Kaia disappears again with Celene, Gaspard, and Briala...and only returns with the former to address the people. Whatever's happened, she hopes is for the best, and it feels as if there is a collective sigh of relief throughout the room. The war is over and Corypheus has not succeeded. It is another victory for the Inquisition.
Neria slips away at last to look for Morrigan and she does end up eventually cornering her. There isn't enough time for a real conversation, not as the ball is winding down, but Morrigan assures her that they will meet and speak again, as her old friend is being sent with the Inquisition, but Neria doesn't have much time to get any comfort or answers from her. Those will have to wait for another day.
She is about to return to the ballroom when she runs into Cullen once more near the fountain, and she gives him a small smile. ]
[ Everything happens so quickly, and Cullen supposes there is plenty of relief in not needing to push their troops upon the palace. There is a victory in not needing to use them, as each life is certainly valuable. But Cullen is sure that he will feel whiplash in the morning, from how the night began so agonizingly slow, only to rush forward in a sense of urgency. ]
[ He truly believed the only resolution was for Celene to die. If Gaspard took the throne, at least he would do well with his soldiers and maintain a certain balance Celene could not. But Kaia seemed rather hell-bent on avoiding such a resolution, which Cullen actually could agree with upon discovering the threats Gaspard had made and the deaths he had arranged. Florianne is just as guilty, if not more, and he eagerly awaits her judgement upon their return. ]
[ There is glory upon the announcement of the civil war coming to an end, that they have the backing of Celene's empire to the Inquisition's cause. Such a victory is worth its weight in gold. But Cullen does not cheer, nor does he partake in the continuing festivities. He is tired, both physically and mentally. Between travels from Crestwood to Skyhold, straight to Halamshiral, he can count on one hand how many hours of sleep he has gotten. While there is worry in the well-being of Neria, he trusts that she would come to him if absolutely necessary. Still, there is comfort and relief when she finds him near the fountain. He's resting on a bench when she finds him, face in his hands a moment before he sits up. ]
[ Cullen greets Neria with a smile when he stands, gentle in its delivery. ]
"Trying" does not do it justice. But... Yes, it certainly has been.
[ He at least had been nursing a glass of wine, which he sets down. ]
The Inquisition has maintained yet another victory. Were I not so worn down, I might be inclined to celebrate.
Would "disastrous" be better? We came out all right, in the end.
[ Or, rather, the Inquisitor did. She's never gone through so much trepidation in a situation where she has been unable to act. While she trusts the Inquisitor and her decisions, it has been difficult to simply allow someone else to do all of the work. Her heart goes out to her, even if Kaia is completely capable of handling herself. She truly is fit for her role and the authority it necessitates.
And really, with the stress, it's nice to be able to walk away from it without feeling as personally responsible as she might have.
Neria gives him a wry smile and gestures for him to sit again. ]
Don't get up on my account. I don't blame you for wanting to take a break. I feel exhausted.
[ It's the tension - and Morrigan's surprise appearance - and she's glad to take a seat at the fountain beside him. ]
Celebrations of our own can come later, when we're far away from this place. This could have ended terribly if any mistake had been made.
[ Propriety and old habit is what brought him to his feet. It is what a decent gentleman does in the presence of a lady, rising for her. Given the strong feelings he has for this particular lady? He can find the right amount of energy to give her such treatment. But he doesn't argue when she insists that he takes a seat, as he is happy to sit beside her. ]
[ Cullen sighs. ]
I will rest plenty when this is all over. We still have much to do yet.
[ But he matches her smile, shifting his gaze to meet with hers. ]
There is much to be thankful for in how we have succeeded, yes. Thank the Maker this did not play out as disastrous as it could have.
[ It is then that his smile fades, and he reaches out to her. Cullen gives Neria a gentle touch to her arm, where that look of concern from earlier comes creeping back. ]
I know I have asked many times already... But are you alright?
[ She chuckles quietly as she finds her place beside him, rubbing briefly at her arms to try to get the tension out of them. Those last several minutes when Kaia confronted Florianne are still fresh in her mind. So close, she had been afraid of real retaliation against the Inquisitor, and she is glad things turned out as they did. ]
When all of this is over, I think I might sleep for a week.
[ If she ever could. But she thinks he'll get a good laugh out of that. ]
We were very lucky tonight. I'm glad your...our Inquisitor thinks so well on her feet. I think she ended this evening very well.
[ She looks up at him for a moment before her gaze drops to his hand, and she moves to cover it with one of her own. ]
I'm all right. I was simply startled that Morrigan was here. I didn't... She made it seem as if I'd never see her again, and to find her here as Celene's arcane advisor? This is the last place I'd ever think to look for her.
[ It certainly does bring a laugh out of him. If he had to be honest, it is very likely he will find another matter to fuss and lose sleep over. Even after all of this is done. Perhaps when the nightmares stop, but that is to be determined when the day he is completely rid of lyrium comes. ]
We were. I'm quite glad she took a stand and took responsibility for the future of the Inquisition. She holds the title well, and it is quite the success having been a prisoner first.
[ His heart swells when she corrects herself... Our Inquisitor. He hopes that means she has taken ownership of her place in the cause. ]
It appears this night has given birth to many surprises.
I... Would hate to potentially exhaust you further inquiring about why her showing here is such a shock. But I hope you know it is only me asking out of concern for you.
I'm still shocked that she's continued to serve as Inquisitor considering she was chained and shackled first. I don't know if I would stay.
[ Yes, she would. She'd been thrown in Fort Drakon before, escorted from the Circle Tower, and hunted down by most everyone in Ferelden because of Loghain and she still helped to stop the Blight. Still, Kaia has a tenacity she cannot deny. In fact, she admires her.
Her gaze drops after a moment and it looks, at first, as if she will remain silent or dismiss his concerns. But then, she lifts her head again, looking towards the ballroom. ]
You know she's a Hero of the Fifth Blight. We were close. I... There are things she knows, things the both of us know, that I cannot speak about. But she vanished so quickly after the final battle. She told me she would, told me not to follow her, and still I sought her out.
She resurfaced a few years later and I followed her trail. I didn't get much time to confront her or even to ask her questions. She left and said we would not meet again.
[ Was Morrigan avoiding her purposely or had she simply not anticipated another meeting? She does not know. ]
We were... I thought we were close back then. Everything's changed.
[ He was aware of at least some of her history, yes. And there is certainly a daunting presence about her that he cannot deny, especially in knowing that she will be joining everyone in Skyhold. Old habits die hard. But Cullen keeps such remarks to himself, as always, knowing full well the consequences of them. Especially given Neria's background as a Mage. ]
[ Knowing that there are things she cannot even share with him doesn't set his mind at ease either. But he has known there are secrets she has kept from him since day one, secrets that may come to surface later on. But again, he doesn't pry. Cullen simply listens, understanding that if there was something important to have forged between them only for her to disappear? Shock does not even begin to explain what she may have felt. ]
I see...
[ Cullen frowns. ]
The spark of chaos among Thedas has forced quite a lot of things to change. Not just throughout the world, but to those who inhabit it. If she has appeared again, it is for a reason.
You're certainly right about that. Look at me; I'm here, aren't I, and all because of what's happened. Under other circumstances, I wouldn't even be in Ferelden or Orlais, let alone anywhere near the Inquisition.
[ It makes sense in theory, of course, but she has to wonder about Morrigan's son and where he might be. She's certain she'll find out soon enough.
Neria turns back to him, almost surprised at the question. For a moment, the tension seems removed from her features. ]
No, no. That doesn't trouble me. I trust her, more than it may seem given how I speak of her. Morrigan and I were close, yes, and I hope she-- I still consider us friends even if she may not. I do not know how she feels, however.
[ That is a conversation she will have to have with her, for better or worse. Her hand tightens over Cullen's and she gives him a small smile. ]
No, I'm all right with her coming to Skyhold. Really, I'm fine, Cullen. I was simply taken off guard when I saw her. I haven't seen her in years and I truly never expected to see her again. [ She laughs quietly. ] And seeing her so well dressed, just like any other noble here, was just as much of a shock.
[ Truly, he hadn't known. It only makes sense that whatever relationship they had previously hangs in the balance. Given the distance ten years has given, it is quite possible that things are complicated for her. ]
You have been gone for some time, presumed dead. This is hardly a simple situation to be in.
[ Look how he reacted to seeing her again. For Neria's sake, he hopes that things pan out similarly between her and Morrigan as it has between them. ]
[ Cullen takes her hand between both of his, giving an affectionate squeeze when he laughs at her remark of being dressed like nobility. ]
I could say the same for a lot of people. Especially Bull.
[ If they are to be honest, he can't wait to get out of this garb. ]
You will have plenty of time to reconcile, now that she is a part of the cause. I am glad to hear this does not cause discomfort for you. This night has played out well.
[ And he smiles for her, genuine. Though his glance shifts sideways a touch, that smile going crooked if only for a brief moment. ]
[ That prompts another smile out of her, self-deprecating as it may be. ]
It is a fairly strange situation. All of it, really. I suppose I shouldn't be quite so surprised, either. Odd occurrences seem to follow me around like a bad habit.
[ Neria nudges him a little bit, her smile a bit broader now, more genuine. The uniforms they've had to wear all night have been silly and rather...drab in comparison to everyone else, but she hasn't minded it. Wearing red is strange to her, when almost all of what she wears is blue. ]
Both you and Bull look just fine in your uniforms. I won't lie, though; they're somewhat uncomfortable when all you're used to is armor.
[ What if there had truly been a fight? They would all have been in trouble then. Neria turns to him, eyebrows lifting. ]
Of course. You can always ask me anything.
[ Whether she can give an answer, however, is the real question...but she keeps that to herself. She wants to be as honest with Cullen as she can, and she hopes not to compromise the promise she made to him some nights ago. ]
Being in exile for ten years will do that, I'm afraid. But you have done quite well in surprising everyone.
[ He smirks a touch there. ]
I'll admit: I have been rather uncomfortable for that very reason. While I'm flattered by the kind words, I would much prefer being in my armor over this. Not only are we sore thumbs, but we are left vulnerable.
[ But that is no longer their concern right now, is it? At least for now. While there is plenty to discuss in terms of what Neria is going through, what complications that follow, this is an evening to be proud of. Cullen exhales heavily as he stands, and he takes a step forward before turning around to face her. ]
Forgive me if I seem bold for making such a request, but...
[ With a slight bow forward, Cullen folds one arm behind his back, and reaches the other out. He extends his hand to her, smile still in place. ]
Before we are to leave, might I ask for a dance, my lady?
[ The question is forged from a lot of things... The stress of the evening, the adrenaline rush that came from watching the Inquisitor take a stand before the court before announcing peace. He would be a liar if he had said he didn't have a few drinks after knowing for certain they were safe. But most of all, it is out of the desire he has to share at least one last good moment with Neria. Tomorrow is another day, one that will require more work as they still have much to do. The night is young, and even if he is exhausted he would do well to leave this with a good memory. ]
[ It is a request he will likely never make again, because Cullen isn't much for dancing. ]
[ Being here with him, sitting beside him, holding his hand... Neria finds herself at relative peace. This evening aside, things aren't so bad, and even with Morrigan's arrival, she finds herself simply glad for his company. The past few months, from Adamant's fall to this very moment, the world has seemed like an ocean in a storm. Cullen is a small spot of calm in all of that and she clings to that almost every day.
The Inquisition is slowly becoming a safe haven for her. She won't say it yet, but it's offered her more hope than she can ask for, and she is glad for it.
Neria lifts her head as he stands and she manages a crooked smile and even a small laugh. ]
I thought you didn't like dancing.
[ Especially when Josephine and Vivienne were insisting on everyone knowing how to dance prior to their excursion to Halamshiral. But she rises and gives him a short bow, and then she reaches for his hand. ]
[ Cullen has found himself within the eye of a storm for quite some time now, not including the chaos that has been his dealings for the Inquisition. With the sudden appearance of someone from his past to the withdrawal of lyrium that has slowly increased by the day... Neria is a beacon in a pit of darkness that threatens to swallow him whole. She is his pilar to lean on, much as it may guilt him to put such a lofty weight upon her shoulders. While there are secrets he has yet to know of her, there is a trust here. Neria is a risk that Cullen is willing to take. ]
[ He bows in kind, gentle in accepting her hand and letting the other find the small of her back. ]
I don't. But perhaps you are willing to change my mind?
[ See? He can be full of surprises, given the right opportunity. But really, the chance to be this close to her? Under the stars and away from the dreadful Game they have been forced to play? Cullen is happy to partake in an activity he otherwise wouldn't enjoy. For her, he is happy to make an exception. ]
[ Unfortunately, he is not a polished dancer, and for the sake of her feet, he starts slow. There is a careful rhythm that Cullen takes on the lead for, content in just being close and enjoying their privacy. ]
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If only it were that easy. I'd almost prefer Corypheus make his presence here so we can get it over with, rather than deal with all of this ridiculous game nonsense and blatant narcissism.
But the rational part of me pleads I be careful what I wish for.
[ His nose wrinkles at the mention of being more intimidating. Neria is hardly the sort, but she's apparently done better among the guests than he has. ]
At this point, I would be better off adorning deeper scars across my face. I just hope this night plays out quicker. The air here is thick and I don't quite enjoy being so possibly close to a potential assassin without knowing.
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[ Too bad that's a fantasy that will never come to light. Neria turns and leans her hip against the railing, keeping an eye on the door for a few moments. Her gaze quickly flickers back to him as she shakes her head, and she reaches out to touch his arm for a moment. ]
Your face is fine as it is. And you are allowed to tell them to bugger off, you know. Just...politely.
[ Realizing that perhaps touching him is showing too much, she releases him, allowing the gesture to look more friendly than anything else. ]
Do you have any suspicions of who it might be?
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[ But yes, it is a distant fantasy that will likely never happen, and Cullen moves on from the idea. His attention shifts back and forth from the door to Neria, keeping an eye out in case it is necessary. So far, nothing too exciting, and his attention is brought back to Neria when he feels her arm reach for him. It's more comforting than she might think, and Cullen manages a smile for her. ]
I am here to maintain appearances. If this is what I must endure for the sake of a victory, I'll do so. The last thing I want is to cause reason to feel insulted, and we both know how touchy some of these people are.
[ He clears his throat when she lets go, straightening his posture as he lowers his voice. ]
I can't be so sure. I have heard enough talks among the crowd, and Leliana's sources tell me of Briala having been a past lover of the Empress. There is enough motive after being made practically a prisoner to the court to at least arrange an assassination. But I've yet to hear much beyond that to support taking a side.
I can understand why the Duke sees it fit to take place on the throne. Military backing is important when running an empire, and it appears Celine is not as serious on the matter as he. She would be right to spend more time organizing protection rather than keeping appearances.
Why the Duke might be a suspect is still beyond me. It is yet to be shown, and we'll do right to await the Inquisitor's findings.
[ He looks back at her, his normally serious expression firmly in place. ]
And you? Have you heard anything useful?
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They are here to work. She remembers that, even if she'd rather see him continue to smile.
Neria hums thoughtfully, glancing over his shoulder to keep an eye on the rest of the room at his back as he speaks. When she replies, it is quiet, her tone low. ]
The Duke could equally be as desperate. I'll agree that it seems unlikely he would align himself with Corypheus; he seems the type to prefer something less subtle, something that would reclaim his honor as he ascends the throne. Aligning with a magister won't do that.
Briala... Calculated, possibly dangerous, but I don't think she would help Corypheus of her own accord. I don't believe she'd try to kill Celene, either. Not outright, not here. She has plenty of other opportunities, and to have the Empress killed at her own party will have her be martyred for it.
[ Neria pauses, thinking that over. ]
Or, perhaps that's all the more reason to do it tonight... Still, I don't think she's the type.
[ Briefly, her eyes follow a couple as they steal away into the trophy hallway and are, of course, berated by the older generals still conversing about their war days. She frowns. ]
...What if Celene is the one working with Corypheus to ensure her place on the throne? And tonight, he's sending someone to kill her so he can take it for himself?
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There... Is a chance at that, I am sure. We've both seen how likely corruption is, and I wouldn't be surprised to see if the Empress fell to similar temptations.
[ Cullen lowers his arms and shakes his head. ]
But I don't believe she would go such lengths. All things considered, Celene is a well put-together woman, far more concerned about peace to fall victim to chaos. Either way, Corypheus wouldn't need the threat of her as an inside agent as an excuse.
I hope Kaia is able to gather information fast. Time is of the essence, and the longer we are here, the greater risk we pose for ourselves.
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[ She bristles and nods, finally looking back at him. She has faith in the Inquisitor and her companions, and knows she will find something. They're running out of time...but for the moment, Celene appears safe. Surrounded by guards, by her cousin and Briala, Neria believes she is out of danger for the time being.
With a gesture, she steps away, nodding to the doors. ]
Come, we should return before too much time has passed. Leliana and Josephine are probably wondering where we've slipped off to.
[ And it isn't until she's close to the doors that she realizes how that must sound. She rolls her eyes and turns back to Cullen as she opens the door for him. ]
I mean-- You know what I mean. They're probably worried for...
[ It's then that she pauses, seeing something over his shoulder. All color seems to drain from her face. ]
Morrigan?
[ Even from a distance, she recognizes her...and recognizes Kaia herself descending the stairs with her, the both of them locked in a conversation. Neria takes Cullen's arm and pulls him with her through the doors so she can have a better look at the both of them speaking, her eyes wide. What is she doing here, and why is she speaking to the Inquisitor?
They can't linger. ]
...We must go back to our posts.
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Oh, come on, surely they don't think we're--
[ He stops, watching as the color leaves Neria's face and she grasps onto his arm and pulls. His gaze looks upon where hers is, seeing the Inquisitor and Morrigan in the distance. He knows... Of her at the very least, but why spark such a reaction from Neria? ]
I--
Of course, but... Is there a problem?
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She doesn't know what to say. How is she here? How did no one know that she was here?
For several moments, she is silent, simply looking back at Morrigan and Kaia. Then, she turns to him and shakes her head. ]
No. It's... I need to speak with Leliana...but that will have to wait. We should get back to our posts.
[ Surely Leliana must know. But if she did, why did no one tell her? ]
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Our posts can wait another moment.
Are you alright?
[ There's that serious gaze of his again, if not without a large touch of worry. ]
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Neria looks up at Cullen as he takes her arms, and she lifts a hand to touch his briefly, just for a moment. ]
I'm fine. I will be fine. I simply...
[ No, not here. Not where people can hear them. ]
I promise, we'll speak about this later. I promise. But I swear, I am fine. I was simply surprised to see her.
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Alright...
[ He takes a look towards his post, seeing that his fantastic crowd of "fine company" is still there. With a sigh, he takes one last look at her. ]
Another time then.
[ There is enough hesitation here that he doesn't even feel comfortable leaving her. But he must... With one last reach to her, a simple brush to her arm, he takes off. ]
Keep your guard, Neria. I'm close.
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I know. If I need you--
[ I will find you. And that is all she can promise as she returns to her place and awaits the Inquisitor's return to the ballroom.
It doesn't come soon enough, and Kaia is back again into the fray on her search. Morrigan has given the Inquisitor a key and soon disappears to be with Celene, allowing Neria to breathe again. If Morrigan is around, then surely the Empress will be safe. Leliana, of course, doesn't seem to think so...but it isn't long before Kaia is back again, bringing with her a quick debate over who might be guilty, who might be involved, and the stakes of letting Celene die.
So long as someone sits the throne... She had to make this decision once before in the middle of a war, but not in such a dire moment. The Landsmeet seems tame compared to this.
It's difficult for her to remain there when the Inquisitor leaves again, more so when she suddenly appears again in armor. But she insists that she will handle Florianne and she does so brilliantly. She calls her out at her own game in front of everyone, exposing her for the crimes she's committed, and she is very quickly dealt with. Neria feels a swell of humility at the sight, thankful, again, that it is Lady Trevelyan who is in charge and not her.
Kaia disappears again with Celene, Gaspard, and Briala...and only returns with the former to address the people. Whatever's happened, she hopes is for the best, and it feels as if there is a collective sigh of relief throughout the room. The war is over and Corypheus has not succeeded. It is another victory for the Inquisition.
Neria slips away at last to look for Morrigan and she does end up eventually cornering her. There isn't enough time for a real conversation, not as the ball is winding down, but Morrigan assures her that they will meet and speak again, as her old friend is being sent with the Inquisition, but Neria doesn't have much time to get any comfort or answers from her. Those will have to wait for another day.
She is about to return to the ballroom when she runs into Cullen once more near the fountain, and she gives him a small smile. ]
This has been a trying night, hasn't it?
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[ He truly believed the only resolution was for Celene to die. If Gaspard took the throne, at least he would do well with his soldiers and maintain a certain balance Celene could not. But Kaia seemed rather hell-bent on avoiding such a resolution, which Cullen actually could agree with upon discovering the threats Gaspard had made and the deaths he had arranged. Florianne is just as guilty, if not more, and he eagerly awaits her judgement upon their return. ]
[ There is glory upon the announcement of the civil war coming to an end, that they have the backing of Celene's empire to the Inquisition's cause. Such a victory is worth its weight in gold. But Cullen does not cheer, nor does he partake in the continuing festivities. He is tired, both physically and mentally. Between travels from Crestwood to Skyhold, straight to Halamshiral, he can count on one hand how many hours of sleep he has gotten. While there is worry in the well-being of Neria, he trusts that she would come to him if absolutely necessary. Still, there is comfort and relief when she finds him near the fountain. He's resting on a bench when she finds him, face in his hands a moment before he sits up. ]
[ Cullen greets Neria with a smile when he stands, gentle in its delivery. ]
"Trying" does not do it justice. But... Yes, it certainly has been.
[ He at least had been nursing a glass of wine, which he sets down. ]
The Inquisition has maintained yet another victory. Were I not so worn down, I might be inclined to celebrate.
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[ Or, rather, the Inquisitor did. She's never gone through so much trepidation in a situation where she has been unable to act. While she trusts the Inquisitor and her decisions, it has been difficult to simply allow someone else to do all of the work. Her heart goes out to her, even if Kaia is completely capable of handling herself. She truly is fit for her role and the authority it necessitates.
And really, with the stress, it's nice to be able to walk away from it without feeling as personally responsible as she might have.
Neria gives him a wry smile and gestures for him to sit again. ]
Don't get up on my account. I don't blame you for wanting to take a break. I feel exhausted.
[ It's the tension - and Morrigan's surprise appearance - and she's glad to take a seat at the fountain beside him. ]
Celebrations of our own can come later, when we're far away from this place. This could have ended terribly if any mistake had been made.
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[ Cullen sighs. ]
I will rest plenty when this is all over. We still have much to do yet.
[ But he matches her smile, shifting his gaze to meet with hers. ]
There is much to be thankful for in how we have succeeded, yes. Thank the Maker this did not play out as disastrous as it could have.
[ It is then that his smile fades, and he reaches out to her. Cullen gives Neria a gentle touch to her arm, where that look of concern from earlier comes creeping back. ]
I know I have asked many times already... But are you alright?
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When all of this is over, I think I might sleep for a week.
[ If she ever could. But she thinks he'll get a good laugh out of that. ]
We were very lucky tonight. I'm glad your...our Inquisitor thinks so well on her feet. I think she ended this evening very well.
[ She looks up at him for a moment before her gaze drops to his hand, and she moves to cover it with one of her own. ]
I'm all right. I was simply startled that Morrigan was here. I didn't... She made it seem as if I'd never see her again, and to find her here as Celene's arcane advisor? This is the last place I'd ever think to look for her.
[ And she supposes that was the point. ]
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We were. I'm quite glad she took a stand and took responsibility for the future of the Inquisition. She holds the title well, and it is quite the success having been a prisoner first.
[ His heart swells when she corrects herself... Our Inquisitor. He hopes that means she has taken ownership of her place in the cause. ]
It appears this night has given birth to many surprises.
I... Would hate to potentially exhaust you further inquiring about why her showing here is such a shock. But I hope you know it is only me asking out of concern for you.
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[ Yes, she would. She'd been thrown in Fort Drakon before, escorted from the Circle Tower, and hunted down by most everyone in Ferelden because of Loghain and she still helped to stop the Blight. Still, Kaia has a tenacity she cannot deny. In fact, she admires her.
Her gaze drops after a moment and it looks, at first, as if she will remain silent or dismiss his concerns. But then, she lifts her head again, looking towards the ballroom. ]
You know she's a Hero of the Fifth Blight. We were close. I... There are things she knows, things the both of us know, that I cannot speak about. But she vanished so quickly after the final battle. She told me she would, told me not to follow her, and still I sought her out.
She resurfaced a few years later and I followed her trail. I didn't get much time to confront her or even to ask her questions. She left and said we would not meet again.
[ Was Morrigan avoiding her purposely or had she simply not anticipated another meeting? She does not know. ]
We were... I thought we were close back then. Everything's changed.
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[ Knowing that there are things she cannot even share with him doesn't set his mind at ease either. But he has known there are secrets she has kept from him since day one, secrets that may come to surface later on. But again, he doesn't pry. Cullen simply listens, understanding that if there was something important to have forged between them only for her to disappear? Shock does not even begin to explain what she may have felt. ]
I see...
[ Cullen frowns. ]
The spark of chaos among Thedas has forced quite a lot of things to change. Not just throughout the world, but to those who inhabit it. If she has appeared again, it is for a reason.
Does it trouble you that she will be joining us?
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[ It makes sense in theory, of course, but she has to wonder about Morrigan's son and where he might be. She's certain she'll find out soon enough.
Neria turns back to him, almost surprised at the question. For a moment, the tension seems removed from her features. ]
No, no. That doesn't trouble me. I trust her, more than it may seem given how I speak of her. Morrigan and I were close, yes, and I hope she-- I still consider us friends even if she may not. I do not know how she feels, however.
[ That is a conversation she will have to have with her, for better or worse. Her hand tightens over Cullen's and she gives him a small smile. ]
No, I'm all right with her coming to Skyhold. Really, I'm fine, Cullen. I was simply taken off guard when I saw her. I haven't seen her in years and I truly never expected to see her again. [ She laughs quietly. ] And seeing her so well dressed, just like any other noble here, was just as much of a shock.
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You have been gone for some time, presumed dead. This is hardly a simple situation to be in.
[ Look how he reacted to seeing her again. For Neria's sake, he hopes that things pan out similarly between her and Morrigan as it has between them. ]
[ Cullen takes her hand between both of his, giving an affectionate squeeze when he laughs at her remark of being dressed like nobility. ]
I could say the same for a lot of people. Especially Bull.
[ If they are to be honest, he can't wait to get out of this garb. ]
You will have plenty of time to reconcile, now that she is a part of the cause. I am glad to hear this does not cause discomfort for you. This night has played out well.
[ And he smiles for her, genuine. Though his glance shifts sideways a touch, that smile going crooked if only for a brief moment. ]
Might I ask you something?
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It is a fairly strange situation. All of it, really. I suppose I shouldn't be quite so surprised, either. Odd occurrences seem to follow me around like a bad habit.
[ Neria nudges him a little bit, her smile a bit broader now, more genuine. The uniforms they've had to wear all night have been silly and rather...drab in comparison to everyone else, but she hasn't minded it. Wearing red is strange to her, when almost all of what she wears is blue. ]
Both you and Bull look just fine in your uniforms. I won't lie, though; they're somewhat uncomfortable when all you're used to is armor.
[ What if there had truly been a fight? They would all have been in trouble then. Neria turns to him, eyebrows lifting. ]
Of course. You can always ask me anything.
[ Whether she can give an answer, however, is the real question...but she keeps that to herself. She wants to be as honest with Cullen as she can, and she hopes not to compromise the promise she made to him some nights ago. ]
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[ He smirks a touch there. ]
I'll admit: I have been rather uncomfortable for that very reason. While I'm flattered by the kind words, I would much prefer being in my armor over this. Not only are we sore thumbs, but we are left vulnerable.
[ But that is no longer their concern right now, is it? At least for now. While there is plenty to discuss in terms of what Neria is going through, what complications that follow, this is an evening to be proud of. Cullen exhales heavily as he stands, and he takes a step forward before turning around to face her. ]
Forgive me if I seem bold for making such a request, but...
[ With a slight bow forward, Cullen folds one arm behind his back, and reaches the other out. He extends his hand to her, smile still in place. ]
Before we are to leave, might I ask for a dance, my lady?
[ The question is forged from a lot of things... The stress of the evening, the adrenaline rush that came from watching the Inquisitor take a stand before the court before announcing peace. He would be a liar if he had said he didn't have a few drinks after knowing for certain they were safe. But most of all, it is out of the desire he has to share at least one last good moment with Neria. Tomorrow is another day, one that will require more work as they still have much to do. The night is young, and even if he is exhausted he would do well to leave this with a good memory. ]
[ It is a request he will likely never make again, because Cullen isn't much for dancing. ]
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The Inquisition is slowly becoming a safe haven for her. She won't say it yet, but it's offered her more hope than she can ask for, and she is glad for it.
Neria lifts her head as he stands and she manages a crooked smile and even a small laugh. ]
I thought you didn't like dancing.
[ Especially when Josephine and Vivienne were insisting on everyone knowing how to dance prior to their excursion to Halamshiral. But she rises and gives him a short bow, and then she reaches for his hand. ]
I'd love to dance with you.
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[ He bows in kind, gentle in accepting her hand and letting the other find the small of her back. ]
I don't. But perhaps you are willing to change my mind?
[ See? He can be full of surprises, given the right opportunity. But really, the chance to be this close to her? Under the stars and away from the dreadful Game they have been forced to play? Cullen is happy to partake in an activity he otherwise wouldn't enjoy. For her, he is happy to make an exception. ]
[ Unfortunately, he is not a polished dancer, and for the sake of her feet, he starts slow. There is a careful rhythm that Cullen takes on the lead for, content in just being close and enjoying their privacy. ]
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WRONG JOURNAL, WOOPS
LMAO I WAS SO CONFUSED
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