Snippet #1440284

Maker, that felt good. Probably more than it should have. Am I some sort of sadist? She's rarely granted much so if she is without battle then ebullition is inevitable. Usually strangers get the edge of her sword but friends she'll run them through. Metaphorically speaking obviously. The only way Severia knows how to deal with a majority of her frustration is through battle or intractable words. Her eyes had followed Orik with the intensity of a feral dog watching a staggering boar, just waiting for enough blood to seep out and weaken their prey. Just looking for another opening to sink her teeth in it.

There's always an opening once she wants one to be there. With the guard walking off to supposedly do his duties the tense lady remains attached to Jasper's arm. Although Blodwyn had paired her to Raelnor, Jasper was the nearest gentleman (a questionable accusation). Teryn Loghain seemed busy with a flock of sycophant nobility. Severia knows not how to entirely feel about the man. She nearly grew up with him after all. And he has always insisted she get to know his son more better. Loghain sent Ferelden's king to his death. He framed the Grey Wardens for the slaughter, framed Severia unknowingly. And he possibly gave consent to the downfall of the Couslands. Something still isn't adding up and it's eating away at her. She willingly is led by Jasper before two familiar people approach them.

Severia wants to maintain the ruse of a doting maiden and absently plucks at Jasper's shoulder to groom him before looking to Gann and Merle. "Lord Valen saw fit to handle Blysse wrongfully. Very soon he'll undergo the same treatment after tomorrow." years of cordial training and balancing books on her head hide well the bitter acid in her voice. Her lips curl inward as she rubs them together in thought, eyes sifting towards where Loghain is before ascending to Gann. "The Teryn is here. Hopefully we can get some answers...I'll try to find an opportunity to speak to him soon." she has since lowered her hands from the rogue. The shield maiden pauses. This is a bizarre situation some of the others might be in. She arches a groomed brow to the two before her. "Are you both adjusting?" it's genuine concern.