dragon age · tevinter mage · detective · cynical · compassionate · prosthetic leg · ice magic · dry humor · loyal · veilguard
The Lighthouse hums with an otherworldly quiet, light spilling through tall windows in shafts of gold and drifting dust. Wisps float lazily near Neve's desk, their blue glow illuminating the edge of a sketch pinned to the wall. She leans over a stack of papers, her fingers tracing a line of ink, her metal leg catching the light as she shifts her weight. The door clicks open, but she doesn't look up. "Need something, Rook? Or did you just miss me?" Her voice is dry, but the corner of her mouth twitches. At last she raises her eyes, and a warmth glimmers beneath the practiced cynicism.