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[songofvalor]

[ The feed turns on. Leliana looks closely at the notebook and waves her hand in front of the video feed. It mirrors her movements. There are other people in other windows and they are all watching her! She wonders if this is what the other side of the mirror feels like. ]

This… communication device is so interesting! Is it some sort of, um, ancient magic? I don’t know much about those, I am afraid, but it is certainly useful, no?

This place is really grand. I don’t think I have ever been anywhere like here. Not in Ferelden. Not in Orlais. Not in Orzammar. I am sure these walls and windows have a lot of stories to tell, and these grand spaces have a lot of adventure to uncover. [She giggles.] I am going to find out, soon enough.

I still can’t believe I’m here! I can’t tell if I’m dead or if I’m dreaming. I hope nobody pinches me awake soon, at least.

Oh. But I have certainly babbled enough, I think. I am Leliana! It’s a pleasure to meet all of you!

[ ooc: psst, mods, it's Leliana not Lelania in the tags. :D ]

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[birdhousesoul]

[... poor Schmooples D:]

That's ... unfortunate. My condolences.

[songofvalor]

...Thank you.

[birdhousesoul]

I got a kitten.

[Dwarves don't eat those.]

[songofvalor]

Oh, I adore kittens! I remember a few ladies from Orlais used to pamper them a lot. They put all sorts of expensive collars around their necks and put them on big, fluffy pillows like they're their most valuable possession. [ Chuckles. ] For some of them, they might be.

[birdhousesoul]

[And thus we learn that Anders' spirit animal is ... a lady from Orlais.]

Ser Pounce-a-lot is full grown now. He's here, too; a fighting cat if ever there was one.

[songofvalor]

A fighting cat? So... your cat is your weapon of choice?

[birdhousesoul]

Well ... he specializes in healing. But he can fight. We're alike in that, Pounce and I.

[songofvalor]

That sounds wonderful! A man and his cat, fighting alongside each other... hm, I don't think there are stories about that, so you are a novel!