"Thank you for your offer." Fayne said, as she walked with the human. She was a bit smaller than Syn, with large pointed ears, and a slight frame befitting one that perhaps spent more of her battles flinging magic instead of other, more martial means. The staff on her back glowed lightly with blue veins of some sort of metal which seemed to emit a low grad humming sound, if the area around it was quiet, like if the stone itself was singing. She was aware of the other s sympathy, and she was greatly relieved. As they neared the manor, the elf looked around. This person was obviously a very important person, as herself, but she didn't know...
"Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself." She said, with a smile, though her emerald green sharp eyes were far away, trying to formulate stratagems on how to get home, and trying to fathom what exactly Nirn was. Was it the world she found herself on? Why would the ancient elves make a doorway into this world that was so far up high from the actual ground? "My name is Fayne Lavellan. I am an elvhen apostate from the world of Thedas, and am head of the Inquisition. Some call me the herald of Andraste , though I don't much like that title." She smiled, her eyes coming back from the far off calculations, and looking into the green eyes of the woman that had saved her from the dragon. "It's nice to meet you." She said formally, as far as introductions go. She had learned a lot of the more human customs because of her station, and the fact that Thedas was run by the shemlins.
The manor was quite impressive, the wooden accents reminding her a little of Ferelden's wooden carvings and reliefs. She looked around for other people like herself, knowing that this was a shem household, there would probably be elvhen servants, as there was always wont to be if the human was rich enough. She was mildly surprised to see close to no one, though there appeared to be a few humans scattered here and there working on the upkeep of such a place. She saw no sunburst symbols anywhere. She wondered idly what the prevailing religion might be, and if it was as pervasive as Andrastianism on her own world.
She felt a deep lonesomeness in her chest. What if she really wasn't able to get back to Thedas? How might the Inquisition survive without her? Granted, they had already defeated Corypheus, the rest of the work that they had to do was mainly sealing up the rifts, and rebuilding the Chantry. She absently squeezed the grip of her staff as she walked. She could use this place as a base while she gathered information, though she wondered if she would even be able to read the books, etc, that might be available. She had recognized the human's armor...dragon bone. She had a bit of dragon bone armor herself, though she hadn't thought to bring it with her in the In Between. Why had she been there again? Ah yes...to find out which one of the eluvians had still worked, and to be alone. Everyone had felt up against her skin after Solas's disappearance, and after the defeat of Corypheus. She had finished his artwork in the middle of Skyhold, and had found herself lingering in the Chantry, wishing that she had made it into a garden instead, the Chant of Light very much not comforting her, as she didn't even believe, she had just let the masses believe what they wanted. She thought that she might have memorized it by now, she had heard it so often. That had only served to make them believe once more that she was Andrastian. So, to be alone, within the semblance of her people around her, or else, what they had made when they were at their height, is why she had been in that particular pocket of the Fade. And now she might not return.
'Be careful what you wish for.' She thought, ruefully, as they stepped foot inside Lakeview Manor. She wondered how long it would take the others to wonder about her, as she had told them she would be gone several hours...
Syn entered the long wooden home, it's interior design not much different from the outside. She had always loved the look of a home like this on the few times her mother had taken her to her place of work. Syns mother was a servant by nature, Syn's father lost in the great War had given her some training. She felt a deep sense of longing having left those memories alone for far too long. She checked over the house momentarily glancing anywhere that may have noticeably changed. "Other than that sword off the rack I'd say the mannequins came to life again" she thought, a mild irritation crossing her.
It dissipated as she turned to speak to the elf. "Good to meet you Fayne. I can't say I know what the Inquisition is or who Andraste maybe but I presume it is the God of your world, no?" she spoke hoping to answer a few questions Fayne may have. She could see Fayne had been distant in their walk. However she knew not what pervaded her mind. "If you were involved in the religious sects of your world you should know, our land is currently in a bit of unrest." She began mildly "Let me not get a head of myself, there are in our world 9 aedra and 8 Daedra, the Aedra being benevolent but silent in the traditional sense, the Daedra being highly interactive but only three are not inherently evil. The unrest stemming from the elven Aldameri Dominion treatise with the Cyrodillic Empire which bans one of the divines worship." She continued a set tone of indifference notably etched to her words.
"Though I have fought on the same side as the Aldameri I do regard Talos in great reverence but this is only because I being dragon born am this era's hero. As such I know Talos did in fact rise to the gods. I normally would not carry on about the gods as I do not revere most. I am immortal so it is of no consequence to me but it may interest you with such a background. " She nearly finished. "ah but let's separate you from, that of your title. Were you the Guardian or perhaps the hero of your world's era? I hate to ask so blatantly but if you are we must work hard to try to return you." She said a slight sense of urgency in her tone. "And worry not if you have secrets regarding your response, I don't speak of hero's matters anywhere but here as no one enters my home but me or companions of mine." She looked to Fayne with reassurance not knowing if she would need any.
She sat at the closest side seat of long feast table in the main hall. Motioning for Fayne to the seat across the table from her. "before to you answer my questions though I will answer yours, anything I cannot tell you I can bring literature of from the mage college. Don't worry about overdue dates, being the archmage I won't hold it to you" Syn joked giving a hardy Nord smile and a light laugh under her breath. Syn hoped some humor may open the way to gain a report with Fayne. She looked the adventurous type as Syn herself did. Maybe if all went well she would have a new companion to travel with. She tossed this idea in her head "two worlds hero's working together... What challenge could withstand?" she thought proudly. The wheels in her head began to turn and there was no stopping it now.
She smiled at the attempt at humor that Syn had levied at her. It put her somewhat at ease to know that here, she didn't seem to be discriminated against.
She followed her lead and sat at the table in a chair somewhat close as she digested everything that the human had said. She had a lot of questions, but she at first needed to answer the ones that were posed to her. "...I suppose I could be considered a guardian." She said quietly, as she took another glance around, then leaned her staff against the table near her, tucking a lock of her chocolate brown hair behind her long pointed ear revealing a long scar along her right cheek, and also along her lip. It appeared to be from either an animal or a monster attack at first glance. "...I completed so much with the Inquisition, we defeated a Tevinter magister. One that wished to be a god." She said as she placed her hands on the smooth surface of the table, looking at them, before looking back at the human. "Andraste wasn't a deity...she was, what was called, "The Maker's Bride." She was the Maker's -the human's god- chosen one to lead his followers." She smirked a bit. "...now that I say it outloud, it does seem rather silly, doesn't it? I'm known as her -herald-, and the people, as a whole, don't even know that I don't believe." Her eyes were hard as she said this, her voice as well, before her countenance softened once more. "It seems as though your own deities...Aedra, and Daedra...are very numerous...though isn't it funny that all the ones that are supposedly good are always absent, and we are just left with our own actions? It's always that way." She shook her head, falling silent, and placing her hands from the table onto her lap.
She looked around. "You have a nice place. It seems the place of one important." She paused, and looked back, "You are..the Dragon born? What is that? Were you born from a dragon?" She asks this, while continuing to feel the thickened veil in the area. This whole world seemed to function like the immediate area around one of the elven artifacts in Thedas. It was almost thick to breathe through, though it was only a little uncomfortable, like the room being a bit stuffy. She had killed several, but none with the ease of which this...dragon born had only a few moments ago. It was always with her companions. She idly wondered what kind of power she had. Archmage? She had the build of one that was more martially inclined. Perhaps it was possible to be a master of both? Or maybe it was something granted by one of the...Daedra, or Aedra.
As she asked that, there appeared to be a ripple in the room near the table that they were sitting at. "Dragon born in name only, eating the souls of once great creatures, absorbing their power. Immortality hanging on, boredom, but revelry...wishing for a companion. Be careful." A young man's soft voice floated through the air from what appeared to be a ripple in the air. Not a tear or a portal, just a little ripple. "...Can't break through...it's too heavy here, too dense, dark. I will try again." The ripple ceased after a bit, and there was no more voice.
"Cole? Cole?" The elf looked around, but stayed seated. If the spirit couldn't get through, then how might she? Her left hand glowed dimly with the stretching of the veil, then went silent.