It was the strange squawking noise that woke her.

The woman's almond-shaped, violet eyes opened just a little bit, but she squinted when the bright light of the morning sun blinded her. Groaning, she turned around, away from the offending light and noise, only to be once again disturbed by the squawking of what seemed to be a black raven, hopping to and fro from her balcony. The creature didn't seem to have the intent of going away, and with a frustrated sigh, the woman pushed her covers back and sat up. Her movement must've signaled something in the bird, and it flew away, blissfully bringing her noise away from her room and back at the rookery.

"Inquisitor? Are you awake?"

The woman shook her long, silvery hair from her forehead, running both her hands against her heart-shaped face, the red-tinted vallaslin that spread through her cheekbones and fair skin, before scratching her pointed ears. Her full, pouty red lips opened into a yawn, before she groaned again. "I am now, Leliana. Can't I get a more pleasant morning call from now on? Like a nightingale or a lark by my window instead of a raven?"

The door to her room opened to let in a lithe woman, wearing a long coat and a hood covering her red hair. The woman's lips smiled a little at the sight of her disheveled appearance, before bowing courteously, "Perhaps, if you ask that request to Josie, she'll oblige you. She has sent me up here to tell you that you still have a judgment to impose, as well as the preparations for the ball in Halamshiral are to be done today."

At the mention of the ball, the woman groaned again and flumped back into her pillows, earning a giggle from her spymaster, "Ugh… do I have to?"

"We must, if we have any intentions of saving Empress Celene." Leliana said, and this time, she came forward and pulled at her covers, causing the Inquisitor to groan again. "So, Inquisitor Lavellan, I must insist that you get ready… unless you want me to spread the word that you fell head over bottom during your travel in the Fallow Mire yesterday."

Idril Lavellan, head of the Inquisition, looked up in shock at the former lay sister, before scowling, "Who told you that?!"

The spymaster laughed, "Your companions tell the most colorful stories, Inquisitor."

"Ugh. Varric again, I presume?" The elf guessed, before throwing off her covers and standing in her nightshirt, "Fine, fine. I'll get ready. Tell Josephine I'll be with her in a moment. Blackmailing shems, the lot of you… almost broke my neck fighting that damned Avvar…"

Leliana bowed respectfully again, grinning at her grumpy Inquisitor, before exiting the room and closing the door behind her.