Leliana has been so busy with regrowing Tephra and taking care of their family that she has hardly had a moment to think about their troubled past. It slips beneath the surface. It curls around the base of her spine but she no longer spends so much time dwelling on it; she does her best to just move forward.
So it with no little amount of surprise when she realizes that there is a young girl crossing her borders.
Not so young though, she realizes, feeling that faint pulse of pregnancy within her.
Curious, concerned, Leliana flares her wings and takes to the skies.
She lands behind Vulgaris in time to hear the heat in his words and it is so much like their past that it is nearly a punch to the gut. It has been years since she heard that and her worry grows. Stepping up to his side, she presses her nose to his shoulder briefly, letting it linger, before she glances up again.
Her stomach churns as she takes in the scales, as her magic begins to piece together the pieces of the puzzle. “Skaide,” she pulls the name from the air, from the thoughts, and does her best to ignore the pain that washes through her—this visible reminder of her husband’s wandering over the years.
The woman he had left her for.
“I apologize for his bluntness,” her voice is still kind as she folds her wings atop her back, her voice even—always so even, regardless of whatever brews in her. “Would you like to come in further? There are streams where you can have a drink if you have been traveling for a while.” There is something that tells her that such kindness will not be reciprocated, but she can’t ignore it—she can’t turn her back on it now.
it's only you and me there until the darkness calls
let's face the dawn together; we'll brave whatever comes