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Everything was wrong.
That Skyhold was all wrong, quiet and eerie.
The Fade was wrong too, nothing to be seen for miles and miles where the eyes could reach.
Her private quarters lacked her personal belongings and the Great Hall didn't have her throne or decorations of choice; that was some Skyhold, but not her Skyhold. On the top of it, nothing of that was a dream; she knew she was inside the Fade in flesh, but there was also the unsettling feeling of when she visited the Crossroads with Morrigan, before defeating Corypheus. The emptiness filling the place, the thick air, the same inexorable sensation of fragility when walking over the thin ice on the top of a lake, impossible to now when a crack would engulf her and claim her life to the frozen depths.
Without noticing, when looking for a safe place, her legs dragged her to Cullen's Office; empty was well, without the usual safe aura provided by the Commander to the Inquisition Forces. Aria let out a tired sigh, sitting with her back against the bookshelf. The green mark throbbled in her hand and she shivered, without a single clue of what to do.
That Skyhold was all wrong, quiet and eerie.
The Fade was wrong too, nothing to be seen for miles and miles where the eyes could reach.
Her private quarters lacked her personal belongings and the Great Hall didn't have her throne or decorations of choice; that was some Skyhold, but not her Skyhold. On the top of it, nothing of that was a dream; she knew she was inside the Fade in flesh, but there was also the unsettling feeling of when she visited the Crossroads with Morrigan, before defeating Corypheus. The emptiness filling the place, the thick air, the same inexorable sensation of fragility when walking over the thin ice on the top of a lake, impossible to now when a crack would engulf her and claim her life to the frozen depths.
Without noticing, when looking for a safe place, her legs dragged her to Cullen's Office; empty was well, without the usual safe aura provided by the Commander to the Inquisition Forces. Aria let out a tired sigh, sitting with her back against the bookshelf. The green mark throbbled in her hand and she shivered, without a single clue of what to do.
