holiday party; any

[leliana]

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

She doesn’t expect to attract the attention of one other soul, let alone two. Her eyes widen slightly as they both arrive, and her crimson lips tip upward into a kind smile. She angles her head toward the dragon-stallion by her side, laughter reaching her hazel eyes as she consider him. “Name twin,” she says it with a warmth around the syllables, leaning over to bump her shoulder into his own. “It is so good to see you.” She wants to ask him about his children, and whether he had become a more active presence in their lives like they had discusses last time, but she refrains for now—just in case it was still a sensitive subject.

Her attention is caught by the second brightly colored stallion to approach, and she recognizes him from how she’s seen him from afar, first in Loess and then in the Pampas. She knows that he is the leader and that her husband serves as his Champion, but Leliana has never been one to care for politics. She had other things to do with her attention, other things to occupy her time. She didn’t have the stomach for it.

“Oh, Adna insisted,” Leliana answers with a breezy laugh, a roll of smoke on her tongue. She is sure that her daughter is roaming around, getting into trouble, and it brings a light to her eyes—a joy at the idea of Adna making her memories. “She is quite stubborn, that one. She gets it from her father.” Of course, her mother has her fair share of stubborn in her, but it is a more delicate variety than Vulgaris’ and she likes to think of her daughter’s bright, vivacious personality coming from her serpentine partner.

Her ears perk in the ruffled mess of her mane and she nods to both of them.

“What of you two? Did you just come to enjoy the festivities?”

@[Leilan] @[Wolfbane]