[open] The things we leave behind (Leliana, Any)

[leliana]

I rise from my scars. nothing hurts me now.

Magnus had spent his reign walking the border of Tephra often, and the paths surrounding the volcanic land are worn with the beat of his hooves—but Leliana does not rely on such things. Instead, she sends out regular ripples of her power, subconsciously more often than not, and lets it simmer along the borders she knows so well, the borders that she has walked so often as a girl. The land, for now, remains mostly quiet, and for the most part, those tiny sonic waves return to her without hitting a source.

Until, that is, they don’t.

She lifts her head slowly, angling her glowing golden eyes to the waters, lips pressing together in thought. She can feel the form of the newcomer, something both of the land and the water; it piques her interest.

Enough that she flares her wings and takes to the skies, the shadow of her form dappling the lush ground underneath as she shoots across the expanse of land with more speed than she ever thought possible. When she lands before the brightly colored mare, she does so delicately, her feathered feet touching down without a noise. She draws her limbs underneath her, drawing her wings close, and studies the other.

“You were looking for me,” she states simply, her lips remaining neutral but the illusion of a smile flirting around the edges of her solemn mouth all the same. “Not that you knew you were, of course.” The wind picks up slightly, sea breeze playing with the edges of her crimson mane, the flower petals dancing. She is as vibrant as any of the volcanic flowers rooted in the ash and lush soil, but there remains a calmness to her features—a heaviness that has been there since birth but has grown increasingly heavy with time.


“My name is Leliana. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Adria of the sea.”

@[Adria]