[ A quick laugh, dry, familiar, casually unfamiliar with the paths Herian's mind journeys down. ]
The eluvian we came through is at the bottom of a lake. I am still picking my tangles free.
[ A sand storm would be—inexcusable, frankly. ]
We are some days outside of Hossberg. There are plains like this in Orlais, where you can see everything, but the air here is different, like there is always a fire somewhere.
[ Hard to say how exactly. These are Blight-touched lands. To remember that makes her skin prickle. ]
You missed the blizzarding in Kirkwall. Now it is miserable with the aftermath. When did you come in?
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The eluvian we came through is at the bottom of a lake. I am still picking my tangles free.
[ A sand storm would be—inexcusable, frankly. ]
We are some days outside of Hossberg. There are plains like this in Orlais, where you can see everything, but the air here is different, like there is always a fire somewhere.
[ Hard to say how exactly. These are Blight-touched lands. To remember that makes her skin prickle. ]
You missed the blizzarding in Kirkwall. Now it is miserable with the aftermath. When did you come in?