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Welcome "Home" [Dorian]
Mar. 9th, 2016 08:14 pm[Backdated to Cassandra's debut.]
Exhausted didn't begin to describe how she felt. Adamant. The Fade. Now here, wherever here was. Krem had been helpful, kind, likely more than she deserved in the moment, but everything he had told her was mixed in her mind like the sea whipped up by the storm. It felt wild and jagged, something she couldn't control and that, more than anything, hurt the most. She was supposed to be with the Inquisitor. She was a member of the Inquisition and she had a duty. She had not thrown away everything she had, been called a heretic and a madwoman, to sit in some strange city with no direction.
But she was too tired to get angry about it again. At least not tonight.
Krem had led her to this place, where he assured her she would be safe enough to rest. He'd showed her how the strange lights worked, the water, and the humming cupboard where there appeared to be chilled food. It had taken her far too long to shed her armor, placing it on the collection of chairs until she found better storage before running herself a bath. She was running through a fog in her head, not sure what to do but needing to move despite her fatigue. It was a common enough feeling, though, after battles she often found herself unable to rest, but unable to think properly. Being clean helped and Krem had brought over what he called "sweats" for her to wear until she could get her leathers properly cleaned.
Long ingrained habit had her sitting on the padded bench with rags and her whet-stone, cleaning and maintaining her weapons. She needed to sleep, but feared what dreams would come. For now, this was enough to occupy her.
Exhausted didn't begin to describe how she felt. Adamant. The Fade. Now here, wherever here was. Krem had been helpful, kind, likely more than she deserved in the moment, but everything he had told her was mixed in her mind like the sea whipped up by the storm. It felt wild and jagged, something she couldn't control and that, more than anything, hurt the most. She was supposed to be with the Inquisitor. She was a member of the Inquisition and she had a duty. She had not thrown away everything she had, been called a heretic and a madwoman, to sit in some strange city with no direction.
But she was too tired to get angry about it again. At least not tonight.
Krem had led her to this place, where he assured her she would be safe enough to rest. He'd showed her how the strange lights worked, the water, and the humming cupboard where there appeared to be chilled food. It had taken her far too long to shed her armor, placing it on the collection of chairs until she found better storage before running herself a bath. She was running through a fog in her head, not sure what to do but needing to move despite her fatigue. It was a common enough feeling, though, after battles she often found herself unable to rest, but unable to think properly. Being clean helped and Krem had brought over what he called "sweats" for her to wear until she could get her leathers properly cleaned.
Long ingrained habit had her sitting on the padded bench with rags and her whet-stone, cleaning and maintaining her weapons. She needed to sleep, but feared what dreams would come. For now, this was enough to occupy her.
