"Let's head back to Haven and make our decision," Evelyn sighs as we all nod and head back to the glorious golden gates the sun gate, entrance to Val Royeaux. I notice Evelyn's lingering gaze of fascination towards the golden statues of the sun gate looming over us, each with a golden gleaming plank dedicated to that important figure. Evelyn eagerly read earlier. However as we head back, I stop frowning at the soft sound of approaching footsteps. Curious, I turn to the approaching figure as the others notice me stopping and turn.
"If I might have a moment of your time," the woman greets us approaching as I wince at the sudden squeal gasp coming from Evelyn and turn to the girl, her eyes sparkling like a fangirl, oh brother…
Evelyn pov:
I can't believe it. Oh my Andraste! Oh Maker! Grand enchanter Fiona! She's was one of my heroes back at the tower, she joined the Grey wardens ran and proved that mages weren't all evil; they could help the outside world. She's my third hero though compared to the hero of Ferelden, Amell. They say he slayed a dragon just like Hawke. He proved that mages were people too and could help the outside world when Templar's couldn't. So cool! Just thinking of Amell and Fiona together in the same room would make me pass out at the thought of, all of us being on the same team. Smiling, I feel a wave of nerves hit me as a familiar flutter of butterflies erupt form my stomach as my nerves kick in. Oh gosh, I can't mess up here; she's one of my heroes. I have to play it cool, yeah cool, cool like Varric, cool like a champion, cool like a cucumber…
Quietly, Fiona approaches, her pale snow skin gleams in the hot sun's rays as she wears her typical mage garb, given to us back home, at the circle. Her hair is short as black as coal, her ears as sharp as knives, fitting since she's an elf…wait was I just? No probably not. Just overthinking things, most likely. I notice Fennic's annoyed expression as she takes a few steps back, keeping a distance from my role model, I notice her slicks silver gauntlet fingers twitching near her blades, eager to slay Fiona just in case. Worried, my grip tightens on my staff, just in case of any reckless move the elf plans, I silently begin chanting a small freeze spell as a backup in case.
Fennic pov
"Grand enchanter Fiona?" Cassandra recognises as I frown at the title, great another grand enchanter let's just hope she isn't as bloody annoying as the last one I met. Warily, I take as step back, my eyes narrowed at the female.
"Leader of the mage rebellion is it not dangerous for you to be here," Solas approaches frowning, curious of her presence.
"I heard of this gathering and I wanted to see the fabled hero of Andraste with my own eyes. If it's help with the breach you seek perhaps you should look at the people as the wiser option," Fiona reasons.
Evelyn pov:
"That would have been my first choice if you'd been willing to speak with us," I inform her only to wince back at the harsh words, I didn't mean to be that rude but then again she was rude as well, for not allowing us a chance to speak.
"Besides two wrongs don't make a right, magic cannot always be fixed with more magic it could make the breach worse, the Templars are still an option," Fennic point out as I notice her eyes narrow, suspicious of the mage leader.
"I'm surprised you weren't at the conclave," I recall frowning when I remember Lydia searching for Fiona for a chat, she seemed urgent back then…
"Yes you were meant to have gone," Cassandra scowls.
"Neither did the lord seeker, we thought it was a trap and sent negotiators in our stead, couldn't risk it after all. I won't pretend I wasn't grateful for not being thee that day, I lost many dear friends that day," Fiona explains calmly, glancing at me. "You're not the only one," I sigh frowning, feeling a wave of guilt which I nod, desperately tried to push the topic away. Now is not the time for tears, I must strong for the cause.
Fennic pov:
"It disgusts me to think the Templars would get away with it. I was hoping you won't let them," Fiona confesses, her disgust evident in her feature as she spits out the Templars like poison, like it was a toxin from a poisonous creature, making me groan. Annoyed, I scowl at the mage leader.
"Of course the mages would blame the Templars," I mutter grumbling annoyed. "You can't blame them," Solas shrugs in a low whisper. "Perhaps but they are like children, blaming the other and vice versa, never taking responsibility," I grumble tiredly.
Evelyn pov:
"You think the Templars did it?" I frown at the accusation, understanding why but still… Templars have no knowledge in the sort of magic we witnessed.
"Why wouldn't she?" Cassandra states.
"He hardly seems broken up over his loses," Fiona state.
"Neither do you, both sides lost many that day and you don't seem fazed by it," Fennic reasons stepping forward, her glare sending daggers at the woman.
"I am grieving in my own way," she scowls making Fen roll her eyes. "You heard him; you think he wouldn't hurt the divine to turn the people against us. So yes I think he did it, more than I think you did it," Fiona tells us.
"We're willing now that the important thing; consider this an invitation to Redcliffe. Come meet with the mages, an alliance could help both sides after all. I hope to see you there au revoir my lady Herald," Fiona leaves us as I feel the wave of nerves, giddiness and a familiar eruption of butterflies leave me, making me feel slightly sluggish from the exciting meeting.
"Come let us return to Haven," Cassandra turns her back as we all follow her back to Haven, to discuss the recent events and our next move…