The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Haliel Lightsong]

''-all for my tastes but a hole is a hole.'' 

The words don't make sense, not really. The ideas involved just aren't something that Lightsong thinks about, considers without direct prompting, for the aasimar to make the jump. But the tone. The predatory, greedy voice with hints of promised violence... that Lightsong knows. Some part of her just knows that tone of voice, knows that it's wrong and needs to be stopped. Knows that whoever else is hearing that voice is in danger, needs help.

Marian is down this tunnel.

A blast of golden light fills the air, unseen, unfelt, but absolutely present nevertheless. So too does the sound of someone running down the hallway in fullplate.

Sparky gets little time to understand what is occurring before a blade bites into his arm and then goes through it. The wound, despite the blow seeming to have cut the arm off entirely, appears superficial but the shock if it sends him into the dark.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian shrieks, backing up a few steps, naked but for her panties. Her tunic, her leggings, even her breastband are neatly piled on the floor; she presses against the wall of the cavern, shaking like a leaf, blinking as she tries to restore sight after the golden brilliance of a moment before.

...Lightsong?!

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong takes a step forward, light that is not light still pouring off her in waves of glory and hope. Then she checks herself, training kicking in. Don't crowd her. Let her control her space. ''Miss Marian? Are- are you hurt? Did he touch you?'' Despite herself, her voice shakes and her hand grips the hilt of her sword even more tightly.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian swallows, and then again. Slowly, the dull, hopeless look in her eyes eases off, replaced by her normal, if slightly wary, expression.

"...Lightsong? I-- I'm fine," she says, shaking her head, not answering the latter question. "What are you doing here?"

[Haliel Lightsong]

''I- well, I was- we're here to come and... explain about- to update you. And then I heard...'' She scowls down at the unconscious body at her feet and squishes the vague urge to kick him. 

[Marian Hawke]

"...you heard Sparky," she says, her tone flat. She shudders. "What's the update? I'm going to have to figure out how to explain this when the others get back."

[Haliel Lightsong]

''Well... Umm. You see... the... ''

[Varric]

From around the corner- very much out of line of sight- Varric's voice can be heard. ''We're skipping town, destination as yet undecided. Turns out, the Renaud- the torturous predator guy- was some high ranking Seeker's nephew. So yeah. Bit fucked. Seeker is coming with me, so we wanted to ask if you wanted to come along as well or just get some help setting yourself up here.''

[Marian Hawke]

"I'llcomewith," blurts Marian, before she takes a deep breath and reconsiders. "Where are you heading?" As she speaks, she moves forward, reaching to pick up her tunic.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong's expression brightens and she smiles. ''I'm glad,'' she says softly. ''I would.. I would have missed you a great deal.''

[Varric]

Oh for the love of- ''Destination undecided,'' Varric cuts in. ''Away from here, obviously. Not Orzammar, too obvious. Maybe Sweetwater or Nyra.''

[Marian Hawke]

"Can... can we go to Nyra?" asks Marian, pulling on her tunic. "It's a very Alydran city, you'll like it. Lots of magic research, Master  will surely find something to do, and it's... It's a nice city. Great Bastion temple, too, the Living Waters or something."

[Varric]

And you have some other, personal reason for wanting-

[Haliel Lightsong]

''Your family,'' Lightsong says softy. ''Of course. Nyra sounds like a wonderful destination!''

[Varric]

Yeah, okay, never telling Shiny here anything too delicate. Got it.