AN: I need to re-play the whole series again. And record it. With narration for posterity. I'd bring Beloved-Stranger into it, but I don't think she'd enjoy sitting through hundreds of hours of gameplay :D
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I own nothing you recognise. This is all completely un-beta'd and totally fresh off the top of my brain!
The Herald of Andraste, they call her. How can this tiny slip of an elf be such? Would the Maker truly send them something so frail, someone who seems to be doing her best to curl back in on herself? She is deeply uncomfortable by the attention, the eyes on her, he can see that the moment she steps foot into the War Room.
They are introduced. Nikolai. A name of harsh consonants and terse intonation. Sharp like her eyes, drilling holes through his skull despite her body language.
He would have dismissed her but for those burning eyes. He was wise not to.
Her voice is strong and clear, her gaze level as she makes her decision to pursue the mages rather than the Templars, his old order, the ones who could truly help. He thins his lips and watches her move, sees how she uncoils. She becomes larger than the sum of her parts. Her presence expands to fill every crack in the walls of the room.
Because Cassandra looks to her to lead. There is empty space between the leader Cassandra expects and this shrinking elf, and without thought, she grows to fill it. An indomitable spirit bursting through the seams of such a dainty form. She will lead and, Maker help them, they will follow.
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