[He hadn't known what to make of it when all the mirrors disappeared and it became clear they could cross over to the other side without issue. After watching several of his counterparts do just that Ser Alistair finally decided to follow, curiosity getting the better of him.
He's cautiously exploring the real side of Wonderland when he sees her. The Warden that he's seen around his Real looks far better than her counterpart. Not only is she free from the visible signs of the darkspawn taint but somehow she seems more alive, brighter somehow. Not terribly surprising, given he thinks the same comparison might be drawn between himself and his Real. It stirs a tiny flicker of resentment in his chest, the same that he feels watching the idiot most of the time.
...Speaking of watching, unseen from behind the mirrors he's forgotten that he's not. And can be seen. And he's been standing there - not exactly subtle, in his templar uniform - staring at her for long enough for her to notice and draw close.
Alistair freezes in place, trying to decide if he should shove past her and escape or try to pretend to be his Real or just act like there's nothing unusual about the situation at all. He hesitates too long for the first option to work and he doesn't have high hopes for his ability to imitate the idiot so settles for folding his arms and frowning down at her.]
What do you want?
[Never mind that he'd been staring at her. That's not the point.]
Robyn
He's cautiously exploring the real side of Wonderland when he sees her. The Warden that he's seen around his Real looks far better than her counterpart. Not only is she free from the visible signs of the darkspawn taint but somehow she seems more alive, brighter somehow. Not terribly surprising, given he thinks the same comparison might be drawn between himself and his Real. It stirs a tiny flicker of resentment in his chest, the same that he feels watching the idiot most of the time.
...Speaking of watching, unseen from behind the mirrors he's forgotten that he's not. And can be seen. And he's been standing there - not exactly subtle, in his templar uniform - staring at her for long enough for her to notice and draw close.
Alistair freezes in place, trying to decide if he should shove past her and escape or try to pretend to be his Real or just act like there's nothing unusual about the situation at all. He hesitates too long for the first option to work and he doesn't have high hopes for his ability to imitate the idiot so settles for folding his arms and frowning down at her.]
What do you want?
[Never mind that he'd been staring at her. That's not the point.]