As she retrieves her staff, Inessa brushes off any stray grass from her armor and peers around, calm even in her confusion. Her small stature doesn't make seeing past the tall grass easy, but she'll do her best to navigate past it, following the sound of water. That immediate goal gives her a moment to gather her thoughts, recalling that sudden rift, brimming with energy. She hadn't seen anything like it before, and by now the Warden-Commander had thought herself incapable of being fazed. Evidently, something was dead-set on proving her wrong.
Hearing barking up ahead, Inessa smiles for the first time since awakening, quickening her pace. Her faithful mabari has arrived with her, to her vast relief. Whatever there is to be faced in this unknown area of the world, at least it will be together.
"Garahel! What have you found, boy?"
Camping, somewhere in Czilea
It's just past sunset and the small campfire is crackling away, giving Inessa's fingertips some needed warmth and more importantly, her tea. While waiting for the kettle to heat, she's having a little fun with her war hound, playing fetch with a sturdy stick found at their impromptu campsite. Hardly a quality toy, and yet the mabari doesn't seem to care. Despite his imposing musculature and war paint, at the moment he's more of a giant puppy than anything else.
At some point, his happy barks shift tone to alert her of an approach, and the elven woman reaches for her staff. Perhaps it's nothing, but she'd rather be prepared, just in case. Experience has caught her that she can never be too careful, and in an unfamiliar land, doubly so. She straightens to her full height, which is far from impressive, but hopes using her Warden-Commander voice makes up for it. "Who approaches?"
[Or, wildcard me! I'll change formats if need be.]
Inessa Surana | Dragon Age: Origins
As she retrieves her staff, Inessa brushes off any stray grass from her armor and peers around, calm even in her confusion. Her small stature doesn't make seeing past the tall grass easy, but she'll do her best to navigate past it, following the sound of water. That immediate goal gives her a moment to gather her thoughts, recalling that sudden rift, brimming with energy. She hadn't seen anything like it before, and by now the Warden-Commander had thought herself incapable of being fazed. Evidently, something was dead-set on proving her wrong.
Hearing barking up ahead, Inessa smiles for the first time since awakening, quickening her pace. Her faithful mabari has arrived with her, to her vast relief. Whatever there is to be faced in this unknown area of the world, at least it will be together.
"Garahel! What have you found, boy?"
Camping, somewhere in Czilea
It's just past sunset and the small campfire is crackling away, giving Inessa's fingertips some needed warmth and more importantly, her tea. While waiting for the kettle to heat, she's having a little fun with her war hound, playing fetch with a sturdy stick found at their impromptu campsite. Hardly a quality toy, and yet the mabari doesn't seem to care. Despite his imposing musculature and war paint, at the moment he's more of a giant puppy than anything else.
At some point, his happy barks shift tone to alert her of an approach, and the elven woman reaches for her staff. Perhaps it's nothing, but she'd rather be prepared, just in case. Experience has caught her that she can never be too careful, and in an unfamiliar land, doubly so. She straightens to her full height, which is far from impressive, but hopes using her Warden-Commander voice makes up for it. "Who approaches?"
[Or, wildcard me! I'll change formats if need be.]