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(( 15 Haring, Aerion Hunter & Siali Arnith. In conjuction with this thread: Wardens On Parade [Group 1, Closed] ))
Mysaria had never been comfortable with crowds. At least not crowds where she was at least part of the focus. Even as far back as Kinloch Hold, she had preferred keeping to herself, rather than standing out.
Despite that, she had stood out enough those many years ago when she had caught Aedan Cousland’s eye for recruitment. There were times when she felt regret, as the sacrifice had been greater than she had expected, but for the most part, she enjoyed her life now as a Grey Warden.
Aerion was just at her side as they entered the grand hall, and she smiled as he had to duck through the archway. Her attention turned to the expanse of the room then, and her nerves took hold momentarily as she saw all the eyes watching them enter. She turned her face forward, seeing King Bhelen sitting on his throne on the raised dais. Much easier to focus on one set of eyes than the multitudes.
This place was much different than the palace in Denerim, but no less grandiose. Beautiful in a different kind of way.
“The Grey Wardens of Ferelden have business before the King!” The announcement rang out and she instinctively stepped a little closer to Aerion.
Cauthrien introduced herself, and added the apologies necessary for Nathaniel.
The King’s voice was much younger sounding than she had expected. She knew he was a young king, but it still caught her off guard some. Still, it had a presence and it bounced off the high walls of the room.
“Assassins. Please give your commander my condolences.” She watched as his eyes moved over each of them in turn. “And your brave companions?”
She spoke up first, to get it out of the wall, calming enough to not let her voice waver, “Warden Mysaria Grivia, Your Majesty.”
She was not sure announcing anything else about herself was necessary really, and she gave him a respectful nod.
Mysaria had never been comfortable with crowds. At least not crowds where she was at least part of the focus. Even as far back as Kinloch Hold, she had preferred keeping to herself, rather than standing out.
Despite that, she had stood out enough those many years ago when she had caught Aedan Cousland’s eye for recruitment. There were times when she felt regret, as the sacrifice had been greater than she had expected, but for the most part, she enjoyed her life now as a Grey Warden.
Aerion was just at her side as they entered the grand hall, and she smiled as he had to duck through the archway. Her attention turned to the expanse of the room then, and her nerves took hold momentarily as she saw all the eyes watching them enter. She turned her face forward, seeing King Bhelen sitting on his throne on the raised dais. Much easier to focus on one set of eyes than the multitudes.
This place was much different than the palace in Denerim, but no less grandiose. Beautiful in a different kind of way.
“The Grey Wardens of Ferelden have business before the King!” The announcement rang out and she instinctively stepped a little closer to Aerion.
Cauthrien introduced herself, and added the apologies necessary for Nathaniel.
The King’s voice was much younger sounding than she had expected. She knew he was a young king, but it still caught her off guard some. Still, it had a presence and it bounced off the high walls of the room.
“Assassins. Please give your commander my condolences.” She watched as his eyes moved over each of them in turn. “And your brave companions?”
She spoke up first, to get it out of the wall, calming enough to not let her voice waver, “Warden Mysaria Grivia, Your Majesty.”
She was not sure announcing anything else about herself was necessary really, and she gave him a respectful nod.