Indie & Selective
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In the Music, she took little part. But listened intently until the end.

All her love is mingled with ᴩɪᴛy.
For she is the mighty who cries for all the unjust and terrible things that happen in the world, but she is also the one that teaches endurance and wisdom through adversity.

headcanon

infractii:

     _{And wariness arises more.}

     _{A strange woman in a strange land, finding their camp, not by chance. Being lost is obviously not what she is, and she knows where she happens to be located. “Why are you here?” The question is prompted quickly and Armathius lets another growl rip from his chest, snarling. The hound doesn’t like strangers— he nearly bit of Alistair’s hand when they first met. It takes a clearing of the throat and clicking of tongue to calm the mabari.}

     _{Her words to not prove to calm either of their nerves. She could be a killer. Sent by Loghain. Assassin. Murderer. Whatever the like of a title this Nienna chose. He is tempted to draw his blades and simply end her now; it would make things easier on the both of them.} 

     _{”Who sent you?”}

         _{« Sent – ? »}

       _{That is the first question her mind drifts to, a flicker of amusement bending the curvature of her lips upward ever so slightly. To smile in amusement is not something she does often.} 

     _{« People may bid that I come or ask that I go but you know no one capable of sending me anywhere. »}

       _{She regards his canine companion thoughtfully a moment. It is her desire to tell the truth – but to do so may cause him more discomfort than not. She came to hear his song. That is an admittance she will save for a bit later in the conversation. Perhaps when she believes he has stopped contemplating an attempt on her life to keep himself.}

         _{« The word you have that describes me best would be spirit. »}