[This has been the worst month of Ellana Lavellan's life. Going to that charity event was a mistake. She still can't even remember everything that happened, maybe it's a side effect of the godright. All she can remember is being at the event, exploring that huge, opulent building, a flash, and then waking up in a jail cell.
For a few days after the assassination she was a suspect in their investigation. She wonders if anyone still thinks she might have killed Justinia. Her name has been officially cleared but it's hard to tell if she's getting dirty looks from members of The Inquisition because of the potential murderer thing or the being an elf thing.
What a name for a group, too. The Inquisition? Terrifying. It suits them. After all, she's basically been kidnapped. They told her working with them was the only way to prove she's innocent, which doesn't make any sense but they sure seem to need her for...something. They something about protecting Thedas. What she remembers most about that conversation is their silence when she asked why the godright hurts. As lucky as she feels having grown up among her clan outside of the city she wishes in this moment that she had more experience among the shemlen.
Maybe if she watched more tv or read more history books she would be better prepared for this. She's not prepared when they bring her on tv for the first time, either. They dress her in a plain red shift dress, not hers, a pearl choker, not hers, and a pair of kitten heels, not hers. She feels like a president's wife or something, not at all like herself, which, she realizes, is probably the point. After, back in her room, she wonders if she looked as uncomfortable as she feels.
At this point her entire wardrobe is Chantry Approved. The only clothing of her own that she has is the outfit she wore to the event, a low cut cotton dress with embroidered tree and leaf motifs, a brown embossed leather vest, sandals, and jewelry borrowed from her family. She still wears her brother's leather cuff almost every day, it's easier to hide among her new clothes than the earrings or necklace would be.
Today, after a long day of sitting in meetings, Egg is walked back to her room past the guards. What do they think she's going to do? She barely knows how to use her hand and even if she tried to leave where would she go? She's elvhen in a city of shemlen and she glows. She switches from a dress and tights, not hers, to a white night gown, not hers, and lays down. Egg holds her left hand up in front of her face and and stares into the green glow until she can't stand the eye strain. Fenedhis.
Egg hears the quiet knock after what feels like only a few moments later and sits up. She's pretty sure she shouldn't be expecting anyone at this hour. They usually come for her in the mornings but it wouldn't be the first time someone invaded what she thought was private time in this place. She pulls on a robe, not hers, and goes to open the door with her left hand, she's still testing what will hurt it. When it's not Cassandra or Cullen or even a human at all she looks surprised.]
hours of research and au building later...
For a few days after the assassination she was a suspect in their investigation. She wonders if anyone still thinks she might have killed Justinia. Her name has been officially cleared but it's hard to tell if she's getting dirty looks from members of The Inquisition because of the potential murderer thing or the being an elf thing.
What a name for a group, too. The Inquisition? Terrifying. It suits them. After all, she's basically been kidnapped. They told her working with them was the only way to prove she's innocent, which doesn't make any sense but they sure seem to need her for...something. They something about protecting Thedas. What she remembers most about that conversation is their silence when she asked why the godright hurts. As lucky as she feels having grown up among her clan outside of the city she wishes in this moment that she had more experience among the shemlen.
Maybe if she watched more tv or read more history books she would be better prepared for this. She's not prepared when they bring her on tv for the first time, either. They dress her in a plain red shift dress, not hers, a pearl choker, not hers, and a pair of kitten heels, not hers. She feels like a president's wife or something, not at all like herself, which, she realizes, is probably the point. After, back in her room, she wonders if she looked as uncomfortable as she feels.
At this point her entire wardrobe is Chantry Approved. The only clothing of her own that she has is the outfit she wore to the event, a low cut cotton dress with embroidered tree and leaf motifs, a brown embossed leather vest, sandals, and jewelry borrowed from her family. She still wears her brother's leather cuff almost every day, it's easier to hide among her new clothes than the earrings or necklace would be.
Today, after a long day of sitting in meetings, Egg is walked back to her room past the guards. What do they think she's going to do? She barely knows how to use her hand and even if she tried to leave where would she go? She's elvhen in a city of shemlen and she glows. She switches from a dress and tights, not hers, to a white night gown, not hers, and lays down. Egg holds her left hand up in front of her face and and stares into the green glow until she can't stand the eye strain. Fenedhis.
Egg hears the quiet knock after what feels like only a few moments later and sits up. She's pretty sure she shouldn't be expecting anyone at this hour. They usually come for her in the mornings but it wouldn't be the first time someone invaded what she thought was private time in this place. She pulls on a robe, not hers, and goes to open the door with her left hand, she's still testing what will hurt it. When it's not Cassandra or Cullen or even a human at all she looks surprised.]
...Hi?