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Feb. 10th, 2015 04:01 pmThree months. So much can happen in three months.
Corypheus was dead and gone and this time, they were sure. Elareth had opened a rift atop him and had made sure he wasn't coming back even if it had cost her life. They'd all survived the battle, bruised and battered, but time would heal that. Solas had disappeared just after the battle and while she'd pondered going after him, there was no need. If he ran, he ran for a reason and she knew he wouldn't found unless he wanted to. As far as she was concerned, she had questions for him but for now, she was content to give him the space he seemed to need.
The Inquisition took time to heal both its members and whomever in Thedas welcomed their help. For a while, they were all spread thin, soldiers off helping to rebuild town and farm alike while the leaders of the Inquisition took steps to stem any possible threats that might seek to take advantage of the end of Corypheus' reign of terror.
There was joy and sadness at Skyhold. Trusted friends left, some for home and some for higher purpose while others pledged their intent to remain. Varric left with Elareth's blessing and a few tears, which he'd chided her for. Leliana's rise to the new Divine hadn't been a shock to anyone in the know, but she was still sad to see her friend leave. For now, she knew Cassandra would be staying on, as was Dorian and Bull, but that was no real surprise to her. After all, they'd been growing close for some time now and she was not so secretly pleased to see them happy.
Well, bickering at times, but happy.
Once she'd been allowed some time at Skyhold, Elareth had fallen into a routine and she was glad for it. As much as she liked traveling, having some time to enjoy the comforts of home was downright night. Having Jove at Skyhold a good deal of the time only made it better. Things were nowhere near as strained as they had been at first, thankfully, but they'd made certain to take things slower this time. While Elareth was still herself, she'd learned to stop and think a bit more before acting, but there were times she needed to be reminded.
A few days after her most recent return from visiting Redcliffe, Josephine informed her of a grand idea she'd had to cement relations with some of the higher ranked families of Oralis. Elareth was less than impressed when she found out she'd planned a grand ball, right there in Skyhold. She knew Josephine was right, but the idea of having to play dress up and dance and be a very censored version of herself wasn't exactly an ideal evening for Elareth.
At least she'd be able to just wear what she'd worn to the Winter Palace. A shame Josephine had something else in mind.
The ball was in full swing when the Inquisitor made her entrance. Anyone that knew her well enough would know she'd hate being so dressed up, but the look was impressive to say the least. Hair half in intricate braids, the rest loose and curling along her shoulders. Her dark eyes were lined in green and gold to match her dress and to hear the ladies in attendance, the bare shoulder and the cut was a rather daring choice. She'd wanted to forgo shoes but that idea had quickly become an argument only to be solved by allowing not the heeled formal shoes Josephine wanted but soft flats threaded through with gold and green.
She held audience like a queen atop her throne, smiling at all who spoke to her, but every now and again, her gaze wandered the crowd as if looking for someone in particular.
Corypheus was dead and gone and this time, they were sure. Elareth had opened a rift atop him and had made sure he wasn't coming back even if it had cost her life. They'd all survived the battle, bruised and battered, but time would heal that. Solas had disappeared just after the battle and while she'd pondered going after him, there was no need. If he ran, he ran for a reason and she knew he wouldn't found unless he wanted to. As far as she was concerned, she had questions for him but for now, she was content to give him the space he seemed to need.
The Inquisition took time to heal both its members and whomever in Thedas welcomed their help. For a while, they were all spread thin, soldiers off helping to rebuild town and farm alike while the leaders of the Inquisition took steps to stem any possible threats that might seek to take advantage of the end of Corypheus' reign of terror.
There was joy and sadness at Skyhold. Trusted friends left, some for home and some for higher purpose while others pledged their intent to remain. Varric left with Elareth's blessing and a few tears, which he'd chided her for. Leliana's rise to the new Divine hadn't been a shock to anyone in the know, but she was still sad to see her friend leave. For now, she knew Cassandra would be staying on, as was Dorian and Bull, but that was no real surprise to her. After all, they'd been growing close for some time now and she was not so secretly pleased to see them happy.
Well, bickering at times, but happy.
Once she'd been allowed some time at Skyhold, Elareth had fallen into a routine and she was glad for it. As much as she liked traveling, having some time to enjoy the comforts of home was downright night. Having Jove at Skyhold a good deal of the time only made it better. Things were nowhere near as strained as they had been at first, thankfully, but they'd made certain to take things slower this time. While Elareth was still herself, she'd learned to stop and think a bit more before acting, but there were times she needed to be reminded.
A few days after her most recent return from visiting Redcliffe, Josephine informed her of a grand idea she'd had to cement relations with some of the higher ranked families of Oralis. Elareth was less than impressed when she found out she'd planned a grand ball, right there in Skyhold. She knew Josephine was right, but the idea of having to play dress up and dance and be a very censored version of herself wasn't exactly an ideal evening for Elareth.
At least she'd be able to just wear what she'd worn to the Winter Palace. A shame Josephine had something else in mind.
The ball was in full swing when the Inquisitor made her entrance. Anyone that knew her well enough would know she'd hate being so dressed up, but the look was impressive to say the least. Hair half in intricate braids, the rest loose and curling along her shoulders. Her dark eyes were lined in green and gold to match her dress and to hear the ladies in attendance, the bare shoulder and the cut was a rather daring choice. She'd wanted to forgo shoes but that idea had quickly become an argument only to be solved by allowing not the heeled formal shoes Josephine wanted but soft flats threaded through with gold and green.
She held audience like a queen atop her throne, smiling at all who spoke to her, but every now and again, her gaze wandered the crowd as if looking for someone in particular.
