It's the 1st of December! Where has the year gone?
She watched from a roof.
Three bells past daybreak, people began lining up the pathway from the herald's cabin to the Chantry. Word had spread throughout the village that the marked Herald was awake and would eventually make his way to the summons of the Seeker Pentaghast. Children pushed through the taller and larger bodies of the adults, who were then jockeying for the positions on the front. The better to receive the herald's blessing firsthand.
Someone started pushing from the back, disgruntled voices arose and would have escalated if not for the appearance of soldiers. They lined the pathway and waited. Some of the villagers were looking around and asking about the whereabouts of the other, the lady herald. Wouldn't she be there so as to welcome her other half?
Whoever started that absurd idea of them being halves of each other, they would have words. Even if it was the scary Nightingale. It was probably the scary Nightingale. However the advisers were going to spin the Heralds of Andraste cult and use them as proposition propaganda, they would have words. Even if it was Ambassador Montilyet. And her you-don't-know-what-hit-you manipulations.
The sooth/sybil/seer/oracle/whatever they were calling her was more worrying. Interfere a little, interfere a lot. Debating with herself on a roof in the cold…
The door opened and Luscious was not wearing that awful beige pajamas. Thank goodness. He paused, bewildered at the crowd before him. There was a flash of uncertainty but recovered quickly and he made that patent rakish grin. He went down the few steps, grasping the hands of those who reached out to him. Saluting and clapping the shoulders of the soldiers.
Honestly. She rolled her eyes. The moment he opened his eyes and focused his gaze on her at the dungeons, he gave her that same grin and asked if she was a desire demon come to tempt him into blasphemy. Then promptly went back to sleep.
He was by the mabari statues when he spotted her. He smiled (with relief?) and made a come-hither gesture. He got back a rude, one-fingered salute. If it was possible, he smiled more widely and approached her perch.
"Oh lady bird, would you not come down your heavenly abode and grace us with your presence. Bestow upon me, your humble but handsome servant, your favor and accompany me to the dwelling of the most holy."
Cloudy with a chance of snowballs.
