I'm not here to say I'm sorry; Leliana

[leliana]

I know what it is but I'm hoping that all is well
no harvest of green but it's still my heart to sell

The Forest holds painful memories. She is not sure why she has come here, except that sometimes the thrill of the pain has become a draw. When she begins to feel his memory fade, when his face bleeds away in the back of her mind, she feels a panic crawl up her throat. She is no longer certain whether it is worse to forget him entirely or to live days in agony, the reminder of him a ghost along her mind's edges.

Tonight, she chooses the agony, walking the Forest with bruised eyes, the hazel of them stormy with memories. Her healing reaches out to a few, but for the most part, she keeps it pulled into herself, the magic selfishly curling into her chest as if she could heal herself; as if it could do good by keeping it tucked away in her mind. It was a foolish maneuver, a hopeless one, but she could not help but try.

As sky splits open and the water begins to crash down above them, she at first tilts her head back, letting the water sluice over her, wetting the crimson of her mane and sticking it to her neck, darkening the depths of her mahogany coat. For a moment, she stands there in perfect stillness, the feathers around her legs wrapping around her cannon bones and sticking there; as moments pass and the rain does not relent, she brings her head back down and seeks shelter, finding the haven within the heart of the tree.

It, of course, does not last for long.

She is there for but a moment before he enters into the space. He shakes and the water instantly drenches her further, although the small sound she makes is more of surprise than upset. After all, she had already been wet by the time she found the space in the first place. “Oh, it’s okay,” she says softly, taking a step back to accommodate for his size. “It’s pouring out there; there’s plenty of room to share.” Her hazel eyes finds his and her smile is serene, kind, although a little shaken by the roughness of his voice.

“My name is Leliana.”  

I put everything I had into something that didn't grow
like going on a wild hunt, shooting arrows without a bow