Deepwood Weald ²tenn' enta lúme

just a few more posts lmaoo ;a;

A passion to chart, as she herself once had;
the stirrings for stars was still there, the silver wonders; they had guided her into the Wilds, when once she had searched for a brother who, too, had again gone from her ... but, as with everything in the previous months, the action needed to pursue what she had once adored had dimmed; evermore significant after her more recent fall.

The greying she-wolf before her concedes, though, and once she has been assessed with a considering tilt of her shorn crown, Andraste moved aside with a spectre of a smile.  "Well met,"  both an invitation for the other to take to her side —  "I do wonder, though, when ze earth will stop trembling so ... it is like thunder."