fadewalk

Isenya was watching the afternoon sparing between the Inquisition Soldiers, lacking anything better to do. The Inquisitor had made her choice and sided with the Templars as full allies and she was only one more mage to be wary of her decision. The Inquisition and Skyhold were far from being the same as the Circle and Kinloch Hold, but she felt equally trapped.

And there was he, training his men, railing his troops.

She never thought she'd ever meet him again.
And she never thought he'd just ignore her.
But, silly her... almost ten years without contact and she really thought he'd come to talk to her? For old times' sake? Please...

The red haired woman shook her head and went downstairs, from the battlements to the courtyard. She was just stepping out of the stairs when a sudden blast of wind blew her skirt upwards and it took her some time to get rid of the fabric covering her face. But when she did, she immediately wished she did not.

Skyhold was now under a bloated, dark sky, a storm brewing.
And the magic... shit... that seemed just like the Fade.

Maybe another rift?
Or Corypheus trying to attack?

Whatver it was, she wad glad she had her staff with her.