thread ;; if it means a lot to you WHO: Roran Ághas and Elsa Vargas WHEN: after ze Warden's meeting after ze darkspawnz attack, 29 Molioris WHERE: Redcliffe Chantry stairs perhaps? SUMMARY: Roran's curious about magic and Elsa needs to be nicer RATING: s for snarky
The Grey Warden's meeting had been rather productive in Roran's opinion. Though all she'd really done was ask "more wine?" the entire time, she had volunteered herself to help in the battle the Grey Warden's were sure was yet to come. Roran didn't know exactly what to think of many more darkspawn invading their city. She'd thought the fight that had just happened had been big, she could only imagine what the impending encounter would be like. Excusing herself from the house the meeting had been held in, she made her way back through the courtyard. Her blue eyes wandered over what damage had been done to the city. The few humans who had perished in the fight were being prepared for their send offs, while the dead darkspawn were being gathered and piled onto a wagon. They were going to be taken out of town and burned. Roran's nose scrunched slightly at the memory of the smells from the Blight. This wouldn't be the first time she'd smelled the burning flesh of darkspawn, but that didn't make it any more enjoyable. Coming up to the Chantry, Roran's gaze followed the architecture up to it's peak and she cocked her head to the side slightly. She was a good little Andrastean wasn't she? So why had she taken so much pleasure in combining her fighting skills with those of the woman mage? Shaking her head, she pushed the thought from her mind and turned her attention elsewhere. That elsewhere just so happened to be right on the subject of her previous thoughts. Rolling her eyes at the irony she walked up the the guard, Tali, that she'd asked to take over her duty of watching the mage while she attended the meeting. "Go get some food, Tali, I got it from here," she said looking up at her peer. Roran used to find it odd that she had to look up to those who she considered her equals, but she'd quickly gotten used to it. It was simply something she couldn't dwell on. Hearing his name, the other guard turned to look at Roran, a smirk flying right back to his face. Roran could tell he was going to start hitting on her again. That was definitely something she didn't want to deal with right then, so she just smiled at him politely and turned to the woman he'd been guarding a few feet off. She was sitting on the Chantry steps and so Roran joined her. Sitting down next to her but a foot or so off, Roran cleared her throat, doing her best to give the woman a friendly smile. Being the good little Andrastean that Roran was, she was very uneasy around mages, even the legal ones accompanied by Templars. But that had been before she'd ever really had an encounter with magic. Since the two woman had fought in battle side-by-side she felt an odd kind of kinship with her, despite being a mage. "Hello," she said simply, trying to gain the woman's atttention. "Sorry to leave you suddenly with Tali... he's not the best company ever," she joked, laughing to herself a bit, but when the sound was reciprocated she stopped and just nodded. Looking around the courtyard once she tried for a different approach and turned to face the woman more. "I'm Roran Ághas. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, a true friendly smile on her face now.