"Hey!" Ellana pounced upon Leliana from the shadows.
"Had I not noticed you sooner, you'd be dead," stated the redhead, not even bothering to move her eyes from the work.
"Did something happen?"
"Does something need to happen for me to be qualified to talk to you? Shall I make an appointment through our ambassador next time?" cheerfully responded the young woman. Following the incident in Redcliffe, Ellana started to seek the spymaster's company far more often and before long, the two of them grew close enough to talk about matters of various importance from discussing the situation in Thedas to Nug raising tips.
Yet, Leliana still felt conflicted about the elf.
She gave the report on what has transpired in the dark future, but when asked about the details she dismissed the topic as not vital. Other Inquisition members have accepted it, reluctantly yes, but they did. The spymaster would have been no different had she not seen the dark and regretful expression Herald donned the moment she stormed into the room, coincidentally the same one where Darrian 'put the unfortunate boy and his mother out of their misery'.
"It's almost here, eh? I think I'll miss all that green actually," Ellana's words finally tore through the veil of silence that followed and brought Leliana back to the present.
"With all due respect, that hideous color is fashion's murderer."
"Says a lot about Solas' attire actually," Leliana couldn't help, but chuckle at the mention of resident Fade expert.
"Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. I'm afraid that white outfit of yours is going to substitute for Flemeth and her daughters in my dreams."
"Meaning the Inquisition is doing well enough that even spymaster of such intimidating reputation allows herself enough rest to dream of my snow white knickers," Ellana separated herself from the redhead whom she'd been hugging since the start of conversation
"I do not fault you for falling prey to my charms, however this dashing rogue is never going to get tied down and shall run with the wind to the edge of the world!" huntress proudly stuck out her chest and looked into the distance. Soon, however, lost her toothy grin its shine and it was replaced by solemn dignity, one ever so rarely seen on this herald's face.
The atmosphere flashed away as one of the couriers rushed in to relay the message entrusted to him.
"My lady! Commander Cullen sends word that all forces are ready to storm the Breach."
"Got it. Thank you. You can go."
The courier instantly turned on his heel and sprinted off. Ellana, on the other hand let out an exasperated sigh.
"Seems like it's time for the march. I sure hope there are some bonuses other than dread and failure foronce. That shit boosts the morale so much we could find some ancient thaigs... With more disasters of course."
"We both know you wouldn't have it any other way."
"Not a lie. You going?"
"I'll be there in but a moment."
"See you there then 'Ma'halla."
"I thought you embraced Sera's disdain for the Dalish?"
The huntress only waved dismissively in response as she left the spymaster's tent.
Leliana silently noted to herself how cold she felt when braving Haven's chill without the petite elf by her side.
Hello fellows! You may be asking: „How dare you be like this?" Well. Honestly. That is what I ask myself everyday. I do sincerely regret both the delay and the fact this is still super short and I still got super nothing else done. Do not be mistaken, however. I do appreciate your feedback and pretty much end up crying everytime one of you decides to follow this fic. I will make an attempt to bring you the next chapter sooner (Let's make Christmas a limit, shall we?), but at this point. I kind of promise nothing…