Chapter 1: A Rude Awakening

She had always been faithful. Her vallaslin sang with the red lyrium her God had given her. Her works had been sly, effective. The fire in her blood that demanded retribution for her people had made her his favorite. His BainSidhe, harbinger of destruction.

Why then, had Corypheus abandoned her? She couldn't remember what had happened at the conclave. Only the pain and the strange green mark that burned cold in contrast to the heat of the lyrium to give her clues. Well, if you discounted the horde of twisted and unrecognizable bodies left behind. Was that supposed to happen? She couldn't remember.

She surreptitiously glanced around at the companions fate and the knife edged woman called Cassandra had left her with. First was the woman, herself. Intense, brooding nearly to the point of madness. At least, that was her experience of those with eyes of such intensity. Second was the dwarf, Varric? A trickster who would be easily manipulated through his need to be liked.

But last was the elf, Solas. He radiated in a way that reminded her of her missing God. Perhaps he had taken a new form as he was wont to do when damaged? She would be close to this one. She would find out.

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She stared up into the sky, breath timed to the breathing of the angry mouth that spat it's terrible bounty into the earth. In, out with the companion pulsing in her hand.
It had been an eventful day. A face off, a new organization and a new deal with the dark haired dynamo who lead from the ranks. Later in the day she'd stood watching, quiet and focused. Understanding that information would give her more of a chance of survival The woman Cassandra had spoken to her while she watched, talking of her personal fears. Well, that was something, she could make use of personal one would be easily manipulated.

Next she'd run across the spymistress in a moment of her own fear. Again she'd stayed quiet and watched for a time before speaking with her. This one was more dangerous, but clearly in a place where her own rage may help her miss what was under her nose.

Then the commander, the former templar. Early into their conversation she'd realized she would need to expand this pretended friendship for it's access to lyrium. She was already feeling the withdrawal, rising like a devouring beast in the back of her mind. She'd witnessed the horrific symptoms when her God had refused it to one of theirs as punishment. Death would be preferable. Perhaps regular lyrium would get her through it until they found more of the red.

"Bless me with the answer, my darkest one." She'd prayed to the twisted entity she missed so desperately.

Varric had waved her down later and asked how she was feeling. She's wanted to answer "Like venomous serpents are devouring my skin," but she didn't think he'd take that well. Further conversation slipped her the blessing she'd prayed for. He'd admitted that he had found the initial red lyrium. Oh really, such a large secret to be shared so readily.
He may know where she could get more. Definitely someone to cultivate.

Finally had been the elven mage. She'd waited until last out of both fear and hope. Some part of her was drawn to him beyond what made sense on the surface. She wanted to just ask, "Are you my missing God?" But hadn't. This had to be done carefully as even now he radiated threat.

He'd watched her as closely as she'd watched him through their conversation. Narrowed eyes studying more than just her physical body she felt. The conversation had strayed to the fade and certain words seemed as though they were said purposefully to gauge her understanding. He was trying to decipher her secrets just as much as she was his.
But she was the BainSidhe. She didn't fear.

Except for the hole in the sky that leashed her body to it. In the fading light of this busy day, she could acknowledge. She feared the breach.