Thread: The Left  Hand and Right Hand of the Divine (Javorcek X Clearsight)

Leliana could not remember a time that her feet had ever ached as much as they did now. Not even that night spent dancing in a pair of beautiful, though a half size too small, green, high-heeled Antivan boots to celebrate the end of the Fifth Blight, had been so bad. Her heels felt as though someone were striking them with small hammers and her toes had the sensation of nails being driven into them. The pain radiated upwards into her calves and made it all the way to her knees, somehow magically skipped her thighs, and then dug firmly into her back. But still, she did not complain, she did not whine. She barely made a face of discomfortthough that may have just been because she was so tired the muscles in her face would not contort to show the pain she felt. The exhausted bard just contended herself to take a few sips of some refreshing water from her canteen. She enjoyed the soft whispers of a faint but very welcome breeze, and relaxed under the shade of one of the nearby trees. As much as it was killing her body, she had missed this life. The Chantry was safe, protecting her from both the outside elements and outside dangers. But there was no close camaraderie therethe polite friendship between sisters was not the same as the sense of family that soldiers often had. Already she was excited for later tonight, when they set up camp and would exchange stories. It would be good to see whom among the new recruits had the potential to be spies, hopefully their masters would not be too upset with her for stealing them. Though, knowing the usual personality of a spy, she would probably be doing their commanding officer a favor. Her thoughts were soon distracted by the sound of footsteps. There were many soldiers still milling about, but Leliana had the keen ear to detect when people were approaching her specifically. She turned, noticing the Seeker and offered the other woman a friendly smile. Am I that easy to read? Leliana chuckled because she knew exactly what Cassandra was trying to do the other woman was trying to figure out why on earth had the Revered Mother chosen her to be the Left Hand. Cassandra hadnt asked a question that would give insight to her personality, she had asked a question that revolved around her physical attributes. She found being questioned by the Seeker rather amusing, mostly because because it seemed to cause her great effort. Cassandra definitely looked to be more suited to detaining threats rather than interrogating them. It has been three years and four months since the last time I have left the Chantry. A very long time indeed to not have traveled far for Leliana stretched her legs a little bit, wriggling her toes inside of her boots to help loosen up the knot in her arch. But you need not worry, Lady Seeker. I will not slow us down on this journey. Though, if you truly are afraid that I may collapse from exhaustion, I would not object to being carried about by a strapping soldier like yourself. Lelianas voice had taken on a sultry tone, but she also threw in a wink to let Cassandra know that she was just playing.. Honestly she probably wouldnt mind being wrapped in the strong arms that were hiding under all that armor. Leliana had never been firm in her preference for one gender over the other, so a strong woman like Cassandra gave her the best of both worlds. But she was aware that it was not always the best choice to mix work and pleasureas incredibly tempting as it may be. Do you have any other questions for me, Seeker? Or have I satisfied your curiosity.