"My pet." The lilting Orlesian words reached Leliana's ears before her lover was in sight, and once the elegant form of her bard master came into view, she smiled, a happy, pleased thing to know she had been called on. She had been specially picked to go on a mission of utmost importance: the slaying of two Grey Warden's, the one's who turned their back on King Cailan and caused their defeat at Ostagar.
Marjolaine glided over to the younger bard, taking the redhead's face into her hands, fingers grazing the soft flesh with feather light caresses as she pressed a kiss to Leliana's lips. Ever eager to pleasw the older woman, Leliana sighed against her lover's mouth, letting Marjolaine take control of her movements and dominate the kiss before she pulled away.
"My pretty thing," Marjolaine whispered, fingers winding to the back of Leliana's head, plucking at the tie that held her hair up and letting the soft strands fall over her hands. She ran her fingers through the red tresses, smoothing out the bard's hair as she hummed softly. "I know you can do this. I know you won't disappoint me. That's why I chose you, out of all my apprentices, I picked you, my pet, because you are the only one who can slide past their defenses. I have trained you well."
Arl Rendon Howe, advisor to Loghain himself, had come to Marjolaine earlier in the week, requesting help from the bard master, knowing her specialties would be the most efficient way to go about with destroying their last remaining enemies. He promised large sums of money if they could eliminate the problem before the Warden's could seek help. Marjolaine just smiled, bowing low before the Arl and agreeing to set her best bard on it.
Releasing her young lover, Marjolaine gave a thoughtful hum as she gave a light tug to Leliana's hair. "You will go to a Chanty in Lothering, it is the nearest city to Ostagar and it will no doubt be the first place the Warden's will stop. You will assume the position as a Lay Sister while waiting for the Wardens."
"Yes, Marjolaine," Leliana agreed, having already memorized the plan perfectly. She would tell the Warden she saw a vision from the Maker Himself, then force her way into their group and once she befriended the Warden's, she would easily shove a blade into their hearts. It was a request the Arl had, that Leliana would gain the trust of the Warden, the "Cousland brat" as he called her, then at the height of her trust she would stab her in the back.
A soft pat was her reward for reciting her instructions, word for word as they had been told to her. She didn't look forward to wearing those heavy Chantry robes, but she would adapt, her role called for such. "I leave tomorrow, yes? Is there anything I I should know or do before setting out?"
"I do enjoy seeing you with such long hair, but to play the part of a travelling minstrel, you will need to look a little more.. comely." Twisting the long strands of Leliana's hair between her fingers, Marjolaine brushed the tips against the younger woman's cheek a thoughtful hum leaving her. "Stand. I shall cut your hair and then we'll have a bath drawn. It will be some time before we see each other again."
She didn't like the thought of cutting her beautiful hair. Orlesian women were vain, often going about with their hair and fashion to an often unhealthy degrees, but while she didn't let herself go that far, Leliana still didn't enjoy the fact she would need a rather boy-ish haircut to play her role. Her mouth turned into a narrow line, the word 'no' at the tip of her tongue before those dark eyes looked into her own and the words died before they managed to fully form and escape.
"Alright, Marjolaine. I will do as you request." Leliana replied, standing as told and following her lover as Marjolaine left to fetch the shears.