chantes: (who have given their love)
sɪsᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢᴀʟᴇ ([personal profile] chantes) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2017-02-27 05:25 pm

( open ) who have given their love

Who: Leliana + OPEN
Where: Multiple locations
When: February 27 + 28
Rating: PG
Summary: A new arrival is getting her bearings
The Story:
robyn cousland
    ( It was over. The breach had finally been sealed, and when the Inquisitor had returned from the sight of the battle she'd explained the story. Corypheus was gone -- destroyed and banished, with the lights that had been seen signalling the end of it all.

    It had been destructive, and a little satisfying to hear.

    Though she hadn't breathed a sigh of relief then, preferring to wait until they'd returned to Skyhold -- to find safety before allowing herself to celebrate, Leliana was relieved. Though Thedas would no doubt still be chaotic for some time the threat was over, and some tensions were easing slowly due to the Inquisition.

    When Leliana turns, lowering her bow, she'll discover that she was right to not yet celebrate yet. The change in location has her confused, finding herself now in a forest rather than the ruins of the Temple of Sacred Ashes. There's a frown for a few seconds, and her companions are nowhere in sights. It's with a few careful steps that Leliana moves through the forest, an arrow prepared in her bow to remain ready to strike should a threat reveal itself.

    Leliana walks for a while, suspicions rising as she finds herself evidently alone, until the sounds of arrows into wood drift into her hearing. She follows, hoping for answers, though it would seem that a question would come first.

    Robyn?

    Although Leliana could only see the woman from the side, and though she hadn't seen her in ten years, there was no mistaking the sight of her friend. It couldn't be, though-- Robyn was dead.

    It was hard not to be sucked in by the sight of her, to be wishful even if that hope felt foolish. Leliana didn't want to think that she had seen stranger things, but there was only one way to know for certain. Raising her bow Leliana released her arrow into the target that Robyn had been aiming at. Friend or foe she would receive answers )
the gardens
    ( It was all real apparently. Though much made little sense Leliana could at least believe that Robyn wouldn't lie to her. She may not understand Wonderland but Leliana had at least accepted it was real. If it was real, and if they truly were to be stuck here then Leliana needed to know her way around the place. Coming from the forest the gardens were easy to find, and a pleasurable sight once she was there.

    She had her bow at her back now, walking slowly through the gardens as if she'd chosen to come here willingly. As much as this place was strange and unsettling she could not help appreciating a beautiful sight. There were few good things that Leliana could think of for Wonderland but this would be one of them, though perhaps the rest was to be discovered. Robyn had told her what had been important, and then they'd spent longer discussing everything but Wonderland. If there was beauty to behind perhaps it would be wonderful to do so.

    After a few minutes of walking Leliana bends down to sniff one of the flowers, almost to check whether they were as real as Wonderland was )
the chapel
    ( The chapel had come up in their discussion, in her "Wonderland 101 by Robyn Cousland". She expects nothing like a Chantry, perhaps only a chapel in name alone, but it's more than that.

    It takes mere feet after Leliana walks in to understand why it is here, and why Robyn keeps watch over it. Robyn won't be alone in that, and as Leliana walks through the chapel she bows her head, stopping at the front )


    Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just.

    ( She hasn't come to pray, or to offer a full verse, but she can still show respect in this moment, and until she returns again )
heroica: (you can call me anything you want)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-03-01 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm flattered that I play myself better than a demon could. [ The smile is back, and more at ease now that she knows the bard isn't about to test her. ]

I have a lot to tell you, especially since you don't remember your last visit. [ It won't be an easy or fun conversation, but she would do anything for her friend, and the least of it all is to explain their situation. ] But... not here. If you're not opposed to it, we should go to my quarters.

[ Where it's at least a little more private-seeming. ]
heroica: ('cause what's in a name)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-03-02 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The Warden nods mutely, then begins to lead the way without further ado. There's no real danger to them outside, now, but she's still loathe to have her reunion with Leliana interrupted by anyone. So, Robyn begins the walk back across the grounds and to the mansion, holding the door for her friend. Oren, meanwhile, trots happily behind them, a stick in his mouth. ]

You've obviously come from your time with the Inquisition. Which year was it?
heroica: (you can call me anything you want)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-03-06 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
You always do.

[ Even though they're only traveled in Ferelden when Leliana was younger, their time in Wonderland hasn't left her memory. The bard has always been a close friend, but is an invaluable ally as well. ]

Around the same time, then. [ She wonders if Corypheus has been defeated, yet, but... it may be too soon to ask. ] And you really remember nothing of the time you spent here?
heroica: (all the broken chords and unnamed cries)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-03-08 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course. I'll tell you all of it.

[ Excepting the time when the Warden was bitten by something undead and Leliana herself had to slit Robyn's throat. That story will go untold. ]

This is Oren, [ She says abruptly, glancing to the dog as they enter the mansion. ] and not Calen. He... didn't come with me from Ferelden, but I found a mabari here.

[ One not so well-trained as her bonded pup, but a good one all the same. ]
heroica: (and live without shame)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-03-10 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
You mean aside from you? [ She chuckles lightly, beginning to move through the entrance hall and toward her own room. ] Not so much, no. There was one time that a tunnel to the Deep Roads appeared, but... only once, and months and months ago.

[ Thankfully, they haven't cropped up again since. ]
heroica: (you can call it what you want)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-03-13 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. They all were.

[ 'They all were.' Because there were more than one, preventing the Warden from keeping people away. ]

Residents went down in search of treasure. [ She reports quietly. ] And they found the blight.

[ More than one had to be killed, and though they also returned to life, it made the experience no less traumatizing. ]
heroica: (i was born in a big grey cloud)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-03-14 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't able to save them. [ She corrects with some understandable bitterness. ] We didn't have the means to turns them into Wardens, either, if they'd even have wanted that...

[ Let's be honest: who does, though? ]

It was. [ She agrees earnestly. ] I'm glad to have been there only twice now.
heroica: ('cause what's in a name)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-03-20 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
'She?'

[ There's something there, the familiar feeling of... disquiet, when their worlds don't quite connect. ... Of course, with her own situation, Robyn has never met the Inquisitor of her own world and has no concept of what that person might be like. ]

A woman?
heroica: (all the broken chords and unnamed cries)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-03-23 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. [ She thinks back to what she's heard of all the 'different' Inquisitors and nods faintly. ] There was a man - a human - called Trevelyan here who was Inquisitor. He and I were close - along with another you might know: Dorian Pavus.

[ At that, she smiles fondly, heart aching for her lost friends. ]

... Though, the Commander recalls a dwarf, I believe. I've yet to hear of an elf, I think.
heroica: (you can call it what you want)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-03-23 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ By now, they've reached her room, and Robyn opens the door to let Leliana inside. ]

He... wasn't sure, actually. [ She wears a bemused expression as she closes the door behind them. ] He and Dorian knew that the - Warden had been a woman called Cousland, but they didn't know much more. [ ... ] Except that this Warden had wed Alistair and became Queen.

[ Which means the woman had convinced Alistair to undertake Morrigan's ritual, an idea that brings displeased spots of pink to her cheeks for so many reasons. ]
heroica: (you can call me anything you want)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-03-28 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course.

[ It's difficult to imagine a version of herself that would ask her lover for something so tremendous only to spare her own life, to become part of some grand fantasy. The lives are Wardens aren't meant to be so kind (or so selfish). ]

Nothing so grand. [ She laughs, setting down her things. ] This... resembles parts of the place, but my room itself wasn't this big. I hardly need this much space.

[ And yet, here it is. Why? ]
heroica: (all the broken chords and unnamed cries)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-04-05 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
With the space? I suppose I could host parties. [ She laughs lightly again, but it's entirely possible the levity masks her more serious feelings on the matter. ] ... Leliana, I've been trying my best to make the most of the time I've been given here. But... it's difficult. Nothing feels as if it's a good use of such a gift.

[ Will it ever feel like enough? ]
heroica: (you can call it what you want)

[personal profile] heroica 2017-04-11 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Robyn seems to struggle, briefly, with what to say. Something in her time in Wonderland is clearly... difficult, or something like it. ]

... Later on. [ She says, finally. ] If that's all right. Right now - [ She pauses, smiles (albeit grimly) at her friend. ] I'd just like to enjoy my time with you again, after so long.