[ His memories find Cullen again fast. A few months went by at home, but here? He looks up at the sky. Summer had found its end, but he would not have expected a blanket of snow quite so soon. Not that Wonderland wasn't practised in dodging expectations...
The network device is back at his side. He flips through the latest transmission, recognises most faces. Not the messages they send, though. Cullen brushes a thin layer of snow off his shoulders. Best just ask for the latest updates.
...Or try, anyway Cullen scowls, when his own transmission refuses to send for the third time. ]
Blighted thing. I know I didn't forget how it works already,
[ he mutters to himself. A chill distracts him from his fourth attempt. He was indoors at home, in plain trousers and a white linen shirt. Not the best attire for this weather, even for somebody well-accustomed to the cold.
Cullen puts away the device, and walks inside. The entrance hall is busy with colourful decorations, a stark contrast to the white blanket outside. In fact, the entire mansion sounds busy enough. Footsteps and voices, some distant and some near, plenty enough to be heard.
Somebody walks past at just that moment, and Cullen holds out a hand to stop them. ]
--The network, is it broken again? [ He shakes his head. ] No, never mind, could you just tell me-- There was an event, a while ago. People... turned into birds. When was that?
[ One month ago, by his count. He is becoming uncertain about the answer he's supposed to expect. ]
HIS OLD ROOM [CLOSED to Garrett Hawke]
[ His first destination is obvious. And yet, no matter how fast his steps, his feet still lock in place when he reaches the door to his- former room. Returning to Wonderland had always carried a shroud of apprehension for him in the past, but this time-- Knowing what he just heard in the hall makes it worse.
Under his breath he quietly mutters a few lines of the Chant, until at least his expression doesn't show the racing thoughts anymore.
Cullen Rutherford | Dragon Age
[ His memories find Cullen again fast. A few months went by at home, but here? He looks up at the sky. Summer had found its end, but he would not have expected a blanket of snow quite so soon. Not that Wonderland wasn't practised in dodging expectations...
The network device is back at his side. He flips through the latest transmission, recognises most faces. Not the messages they send, though. Cullen brushes a thin layer of snow off his shoulders. Best just ask for the latest updates.
...Or try, anyway Cullen scowls, when his own transmission refuses to send for the third time. ]
Blighted thing. I know I didn't forget how it works already,
[ he mutters to himself. A chill distracts him from his fourth attempt. He was indoors at home, in plain trousers and a white linen shirt. Not the best attire for this weather, even for somebody well-accustomed to the cold.
Cullen puts away the device, and walks inside. The entrance hall is busy with colourful decorations, a stark contrast to the white blanket outside. In fact, the entire mansion sounds busy enough. Footsteps and voices, some distant and some near, plenty enough to be heard.
Somebody walks past at just that moment, and Cullen holds out a hand to stop them. ]
--The network, is it broken again? [ He shakes his head. ] No, never mind, could you just tell me-- There was an event, a while ago. People... turned into birds. When was that?
[ One month ago, by his count. He is becoming uncertain about the answer he's supposed to expect. ]
HIS OLD ROOM [CLOSED to Garrett Hawke]
[ His first destination is obvious. And yet, no matter how fast his steps, his feet still lock in place when he reaches the door to his- former room. Returning to Wonderland had always carried a shroud of apprehension for him in the past, but this time-- Knowing what he just heard in the hall makes it worse.
Under his breath he quietly mutters a few lines of the Chant, until at least his expression doesn't show the racing thoughts anymore.
Then he slowly opens the door and steps inside. ]
Is anyone home?