The sun was shining through Angelle's window waking her gently. She smiled. After a sheltered life in the chantry she had taught herself to smile at small things, holding on to them until the filled her soul with a feeling of warmth and happiness. She lay twisting in the sunlight enjoying it warmth all over her pale, slightly scarred body as it knocked on her door.
"Hawke, you need to get dressed and get to the commanders office as soon as possible."
Angelle got up and started to dress herself in her black seeker amour. Most seekers wore plate, but she had been trained as rouge. She liked to look at herself in her tight amour. She worked so hard for it. It was common knowledge that she was the daughter of a bloodmage and because of that, the Chantry had looked over her constantly while growing up. She didn't have magic, but others looked at her if she was tainted. This had made her accustom to isolation and now she rarely felt the need of human contact. Besides she had her trusted mabari, Connabar(Conna for short). She had named him after a Fereldan barbarian, who was said to once have defeated the witch of the wilds. Hawke had gotten the dog when she had a mission in Fereldan two years ago. The poor thing had lost his previous owner during the blight. She took pity on it and had given it some food, not knowing that a Mabari chooses its owner and had imprinted on her. The order was more than irritated when she had brought it with her to Orlais, but it couldn't be helped.
Hawke had worked very hard to get into the seeker order. Because of her lineage she had to work twice as hard to be recognized. And even now she was met with suspicion. This annoyed her. She had always been faithful to the order and had helped to recapture more apostates than she could count. She had been trained in some templar abilities before joining the Seeker Order, but was still new to the order and had not received her initiation. This meant she wasn't addicted to lyrium... yet.
Angelle was bold, quick and fast on the battlefield. She also excelled at deception and diplomacy which made her capable of handling most situations on her own. She didn't fear mages, which in her line of work was an asset. She believed, like most of her order, that they were dangerous and should be contained within the circle, but did not fear confronting them. These qualities had made the divine herself interested in Angelles progress and had added jealousy among her brothers in arms.
Angelle put on her black boots. She brushed her long dark brown hair and put it in a long braid. She picked up her tunic. A long black leather tunic, which almost looked like a tabard, it had three buttons on each side and had the Seeker crest on the front. The Chantry sun with an eye in the middle. She pulled it over her head and closed the buttons.
"No, stay here boy. I don't think the commander will approve of me bringing you along."
The warhound howled and she patted him gently on his head. Angelle went out her door and walked towards the commander's office.
When she arrived she knocked on the door.
"Come in." The Commander was middle age tall man with red hair and beard that had started to turn grey. He would have looked almost nice if it wasn't for his cold eyes. It was said that he had no grasp of mercy and he was relentless about keeping mages contained. As her superior however she had always looked up to him and started to take some of his opinions to heart. Mages must be contained.
"You wanted to see me Commander?"
"Aaah, yes Hawke. Please." He gestured her to sit down.
"I have received a letter from the Divine herself. It seems that you made quite an impression on your last meeting. She has requested that you meet with her later today. The Divine has appointed you for a mission."
"What kind of mission?"
"She hasn't informed me. Frankly it makes me uneasy. She doesn't seem to trust the leading officers in her own order. "
"The Divine must have a good reason for her secrecy." Angelle felt uneasy that he would speak in such away about the Divine herself. He looked at her with a frown.
"I advise you not to jump to conclusions and if you find something amiss I expect you to inform the order."
"With all due respect Ser, I will do as her Divine asks of me. I will not betray a servant of the maker."
His face turned red and for a moment Angelle feared he would explode in an uncontrollable fit of rage.
"I believe you have an appointment to keep. Dismissed!" He growled.
Angelle got up from the chair and left the room.