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[arla]

[ 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: ]

Do you miss being a Marchioness? And the Citadel?

THAT'S OKAY i love you

[brainiest]

[ Time has changed so much - quite literally, considering their travels - but some things are still exactly the same. Magic is the same, the natives are the same, even if they're a touch less suspicious - the people and shardholders are the same... But history won't be. Coming back like this, using all the power she had to lead and guide... Hermione had hoped that they could change the future, that they could avoid the Seelie and Unseelie warfare as much as she could.

The fact that it was possible was a relief, and made her feel comfortable, at peace - able to finally, finally, visit her family out in the open, without fear of death or punishment.

Hermione comes and the people know her, now, even if they don't know her as the same person the older Drabwurld did. She's not a Marchioness anymore, not one of the leaders of the Citadel, but she is an Ambassador, a healer, a friend, and she comes with gifts, herbs and potions for anyone that needs them, a fierce word and a hand on her sword to protect those that might be threatened. She might not be the Sorceress and Protectress anymore but it hangs in her all the same, a part of her blood and a part of who she has become.

They're more scared of her direwolf than they are of her, and she finds it charming and hilarious in equal measure.

Romulus doesn't join in the fun and games with Nasrin's dogs, but Godric does, fluttering around and woofing into the air before Hermione turns to her sister, listening. ]

I don't miss the Citadel too much. It felt like I was chained to Solais there, even when I tried to make my office my own. I worked with the Red Hand and I tried to help people, but it was like she was always watching me. [ She breathes out, laying back and closing her eyes, fighting back the hurts. ] I miss being able to help people more. Using my power for good, trying to save as many people as was possible. I wasn't really born to be a leader, but I was doing my best.

[arla]

[ Godric is greeted with nips and playful jumps by the girls, but it is the pup that chases him the most, trying to snap at his tail. He looks vicious, even at this young age, and the Outsider had warned her of this. Still, he plays gently enough, too young and too small to cause any real harm or damage. His teeth are tiny, his claws short, and the sisters are easy enough on him that Nasrin isn't so worried.

She smiles at them and reaches over to pat the wolfhound at her side, and she tucks her knees up as Hermione speaks. ]

I never met Solais. I had...watched her, of course, over your network.

[ She was always watching when she could but would never risk exposing Hermione's network or her people by saying anything. Solais, from a distance, seemed to radiate warmth. And yet, when she spoke, she seemed so cold. Morla, for all of her darkness, seemed warmer than her...or perhaps Nasrin has a bias. The dark queen had stood amidst slaughter and flames and held together an entire court and castle for so long even as she began to wither and fade. ]

You always seemed capable of being one, if it helps. [ Hermione is so young, though. It hurts her heart. ] It's odd to be here now, where we are, and to have so little influence on the world. I'd say I don't mind it, but--

[ She liked her duties. Harbinger had been her title for some time and she had embraced it for what it was. ]

But it makes it harder to help the people here. They don't know us like they once did, for better or worse.

[brainiest]

[ Hermione just watches the lot of them like some kind of nervous mother, not wanting to intervene but making sure that nothing goes wrong all the same. Romulus is there all the same, ready to step up and be the big brother to the rest of them if he has to, the wild wolf that comes to her side and is as devoted to her as Grey Wind was to Robb - another hole in her heart, another memory she clings to with all that she has.

It's easier to focus on her sister, to lean close to her and listen, humming in agreement. ]

I never met Morla, but I imagine they were similar in a lot of ways. Stubborn, maybe, and determined, sure of themselves. They both knew what they wanted and would fight for it no matter what.

[ Hermione never minded anyone using her network for whatever they wanted - she had control over it and could see when it was being used, thankfully. The only time she had to ever worry was when something was stolen, and eventually charms were put into place to stop that, too. Hermione saw the best side of Solais, the loving, tender side, true, but she also saw the worst, the vicious hand of justice and the cruelty that would come with it.

Cheeks a little red, she sighs. ] That was because I had very good people around me. My second was incredible, and I had Lancelot and Dorian to help me with a lot of things. If I was by myself I'm sure I would've gone mental at some point.

[ Reaching out, Hermione takes Nasrin's hand in her own. ]

Then we'll make sure that they can trust us. There's no war here, nothing keeping us apart. We'll show them that we're here to help, that there's nothing wrong with Shardholders. Right?