United, We Can Take on the World {Leliana}

[leliana]

I know what it is but I'm hoping that all is well
no harvest of green but it's still my heart to sell

It is strange that this world still feels like home, that the sulphuric air is comforting and not bitter. But, in many ways, it is the only home that she has ever known. It is the only land that has ever pulled her close and embraced her in the darkness. It is the only place where she has ever been able to find herself calm and quiet and alone—and it is where, most often, she reunites with Exist, standing with cheek to back, their breathing slowly morphing as one. Is is that thought that springs to mind when she sees the pair, that feeling of wholeness when her sister is pressed into her side, the apricot meeting the crimson.

They are nothing that she has ever seen before—nothing she knows—but she recognizes them all the same. There is something in them that makes her think of Exist, of that feeling of closeness that can only come from sharing the same blood. From the very beginning, her sister has been the other half of her, and so while perhaps some may find their existence unfortunate, she can only see the bond between them.

It is enough to stir her from where she has been resting, enough to push her into motion, her feathered feet finding their way through the lush vegetation of the land. The wings next to her flicker, turning into the same lavender and periwinkle of their coat without thought as she moves toward them, her lovely head dipped low, hazel eyes soft as she considers them. “Hello there,” her voice is melodic, carrying lightly on the breeze. When she is several feet from them, she pauses, the a kind smile curving the edges of her lips. “My name is Leliana,” a pause, wings ruffling as they settle across her back. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

I put everything I had into something that didn't grow
like going on a wild hunt, shooting arrows without a bow