[ It's surreal to think that they have come this far. A war still wages in the wings, she supposes; fighting for the gem and for their future will still come to pass. They've been given the golden opportunity to remake things how they should be, to fight against impossible odds so that they might save their worlds.
Most importantly, she has the chance to spend that time with Hermione, her sister.
Nasrin has found some semblance of peace in this world, far removed from Thedas and in the grasses of Leth'n. The people still do not wholly trust her, no, but they still bring their children and injured loved ones to her for healing and care. They look to her for guidance. No one bothers her, very few try to start arguments when she is in the town proper. Much of her day is spent in solitude with her dogs and wolfhounds, recovering from Thedas and from the war.
Soon enough, they will be called to fight again. For now, she is content to pretend she has more time.
In the dwindling hours of light, she sits with Hermione in the field, the both of them quiet and somber. They have shared so much and yet things still seem...strained. Painful. They lost people, lost chances. Things have changed. She watches the sister dogs chase each other and the wolfhound puppy imitating them, and she does not look at Hermione when she asks: ]
weeps I DIDN'T GET THIS NOTIF I'M SO SORRY
Most importantly, she has the chance to spend that time with Hermione, her sister.
Nasrin has found some semblance of peace in this world, far removed from Thedas and in the grasses of Leth'n. The people still do not wholly trust her, no, but they still bring their children and injured loved ones to her for healing and care. They look to her for guidance. No one bothers her, very few try to start arguments when she is in the town proper. Much of her day is spent in solitude with her dogs and wolfhounds, recovering from Thedas and from the war.
Soon enough, they will be called to fight again. For now, she is content to pretend she has more time.
In the dwindling hours of light, she sits with Hermione in the field, the both of them quiet and somber. They have shared so much and yet things still seem...strained. Painful. They lost people, lost chances. Things have changed. She watches the sister dogs chase each other and the wolfhound puppy imitating them, and she does not look at Hermione when she asks: ]
Do you miss being a Marchioness? And the Citadel?