[ suddenly appearing somewhere she wasn't a moment before would normally be a cause for alarm. however, given what leliana was just dealing with and the broken magic travelling mirror she'd been investigating before finding herself in wonderland, she's not actually all that uneasy. curious, yes, and wary. but more likely to explore and investigate than anything else.
she starts in the entrance hall, the soles of her boots clicking against the floor. the blood spattered across her armor and face may make her seem slightly out of place, but she doesn't seem bothered by it as she slowly walks around the room, smelling the candles and taking everything in.
from there she makes her way through the halls, peeking into bedrooms and pausing to peer at strange paintings and windows that shouldn't rightly work. everything odd and interesting that catches her eye merits further investigation. gloved fingers hover over glass as she hums thoughtfully. her head tilts to the side when she catches sight of her reflection in yet another mirror.
eventually, she stumbles across the music room, a soft oh escaping her as she walks in. here is where she finally takes off her gloves, carefully placing them on the mantle so she can brush her fingers over the keys of the grand piano without smearing red over the ivory. she plays a few soft notes just to hear them and smiles. ]
leliana — dragon age
she starts in the entrance hall, the soles of her boots clicking against the floor. the blood spattered across her armor and face may make her seem slightly out of place, but she doesn't seem bothered by it as she slowly walks around the room, smelling the candles and taking everything in.
from there she makes her way through the halls, peeking into bedrooms and pausing to peer at strange paintings and windows that shouldn't rightly work. everything odd and interesting that catches her eye merits further investigation. gloved fingers hover over glass as she hums thoughtfully. her head tilts to the side when she catches sight of her reflection in yet another mirror.
eventually, she stumbles across the music room, a soft oh escaping her as she walks in. here is where she finally takes off her gloves, carefully placing them on the mantle so she can brush her fingers over the keys of the grand piano without smearing red over the ivory. she plays a few soft notes just to hear them and smiles. ]
Oh, how lovely.