Call me whatever you want - Leliana

[leliana]

Leliana

There is something kind about him, and she smiles kindly at him when he looks so downcast the mention of her daughter. Troubled by whatever pain stirs in his chest, she takes a step forward, bridging the distance between them so that she can place a gentle touch to his neck, velvet nose pressing there for but a moment. “I don’t believe that,” her voice is soft, unfurling around the edges, blossoming quietly. “I think all children are better for having their father in their lives.” Another pause, hesitant as she thinks.

“I know I wish I had my father in my life.”

Instead, she had been raised as orphans, forced to live a life without true parents.

But she doesn’t press the subject, merely takes a step back and gives him another smile, wishing that her gift of healing could extend further so that she could press some relief into his soul. “A Queen you say?” had she brows, they would rise here, a mischievous tilt of her lip. “How lucky she must be to have caught the attention of a stallion such as your self.” She reaches once more to nudge him, catching his gaze.

“And she must be extremely special herself.”

but there you go again, turning golden, right there in front of me