This is a first chapter, introducing my take on lady Lavellan and her adventures, being all cheery, all the while providing order and justice. If I misspelled any complicated words, do not hesitate to tell me - English isn't my first language, accept my apologies.

Edited, the first try was too hasty)

Kaila thought back to her first weeks in the Inqusition and marveled at her composure - it was hard to keep a straight face and not laugh outloud when everyone around her kept falling to their knees and vailing "MY LADY HERALD!" in bold letters. Or sounds. Ugh.

She felt out of place and very uncomfortable, but tried to fit in with the role she was assigned to. The "Beacon of justice", "Bringer of peace" and "blah blah blah mylady fancypants". However it didn't last...
After the first time she actually tripped over one such enthusiastic fan, not noticing him during an engaging conversation with Leliana, she actually rolled around in the snow for half an hour, laughing her pants off.
It was a start of a new relationship with her followers - a much more relaxed and informal one. Since that time, people became less tense in her presense and didn't stutter, as if they were bedazzled by her glowing green hand.

Yes, that was a glorious time, so easy and effortless...

At first, her advisors and companions weren't all thrilled over her leading them. It resulted in quite a few awkward conversations about her being too lighthearted and familiar. Some of them came to talk to her privately, while some tried to ambush her with hard questions together, never succeeding to unnerve her.

The first person, that talked to Kaila about her behavior, was the solemn and serious Solas, his eyebrows containing so much accusations, that his face scared away those guilty of conscience.
- I have never seen an elf acting the way you do.
Amused, Kaila looked up at him with a smirk.
- Of course you didn't. I'm the only one with a green light on my hand.
Solas frowned at her jest.
- Don't you realize, how important are the events, that are happening all around us? The matters at hand demand our utmost attention and vigilance, but you seem to...
- So full of yourself, Solas – Kaila chuckled and walked away. Too much serious talk bored her to tears. Why dwell on the dark and sad, when their job is to help people?
Solas didn't speak to her for a month after that, annoyed and secretly hurt with the Herald's disregard.

Sister Nightingale, more commonly known as Spymaster Leliana, and her best friend Josephine, the dashing diplomat, confronted their lightweight Herald a month later, right after she dragged in a band of mercenaries and their huge intimidating Qunari leader Iron Bull right into the Havens Chantry.

- Please, my lady, sit down and have a talk with us. - Josephine started, trying to be as polite as possible. Kaila skipped to a nearby chair and fell into it with a miscievous grin on her pale face.
- We... That is, me and sister Leliana have some concerns regarding your... Questionable demeanor.
- Yes, we would like to know, do you understand the danger we all are in! - Leliana was not smiling, her face grim.

The door banged open, and Cassandra came in, a sword swinging in her hand.

- YOU BETTER EXPLAIN YOURSELF, LAVELLAN! - she belloved, her face a mask of offended fury. Out of the doorframe, the whole company could hear loud laughter and the booming voice of Iron Bull, telling a very crude joke.

- Andraste help us all... - muttered Josephine under her breath and fell into a chair right next to Kaila. Leliana stood next to the fuming Seeker, crossing her arms.
Kaila tried to contain her amusement at Cassandra's furious expression, but after a few seconds gave up and burst out laughing. The Seeker blushed up to her hairline and gritted her teeth with frustration, while Leliana silently covered her face with one hand. Before she closed her lips from view, though, Kaila noticed a little smile.
Josephine giggled, unable to resist the contagious laughter of the Herald.
Out of herself with rage, Cassandra stomped out with a bang of the door, provoking a new fit of hysterical guffaws.
Finally, fighting with tears and pain in her strained lower jaw, Kaila stood up.
- I'll go get the Chargers out to the campsite, before my best warrior explodes...
Both Leliana and Josephine chortled at this, but did not object.

That feeling of safety and purpose... It all seemed to be something unimaginable now. Kaila shuddered, and walked on through the snow and wind. Though memories of that time were pleasant, they did not warm her numb body, as she fell into the knee-deep snow often.
"Have to press on" - she thought, getting up once again. It was very dark and very silent all around her - only the vicious wind howled in the rocks, throwing snow in her eyes. "What if nobody survived?" - a horrid notion came into the Herald's mind, twisting her insides with pain and fear. She finally fell on the soft white blanket of cold, and sobbed weakly. No more Haven. No more warmth and laughter. The people she was supposed to protect, all murdered. Her friends, lying among the faceless pile of flesh and death. Gone.

Only despair remains.