The last thing the Herald needed was this. Not to say they disliked their family but oh by Andraste’s flaming ass they were gonna murder their sister. She was only 17, a few years younger to them, but they annoyed the living crap out of them. When their parents sent them to the Herald, hoping some adventuring would change the rebellious youth’s attitude, they could not have wished more that they were born an only child. To be completely honest they could taking the griping, pranks and rude jokes. They grew up together, she was adept at handling their younger sibling but oh Maker they couldn’t stand the constant comments on their other half….
Cassandra: “Does she always have that look on her face?” She asked.
“Yeah, why?” The Herald answered. She snickered.
“What, even when you two are doing it?” Without a second thought the inquisitor thumped them on the head, nearly tackling her to the ground only to be pulled apart from by a very confused Cassandra.
Solas: “ I think I can see the future in his head, it’s like a crystal ball…” She said in slight awe. The Herald rolled their eyes.
“You know I miss the days when you couldn’t talk.” The Inquisitor grumbled, causing Solas to chuckle. “Come now vhenan, the da'len means no harm.” He said softly.
“Sera told me he shouts Elvhen Glory when he-” their sister broke with a scream as the Herald chased them through the Hinterlands.
Iron Bull: “You look like a cow we once had, her name was Bessy. Sometimes we use to ride her around our village.” The Iron Bull snickered at the young girl trotting along beside him as his Kadan scouted ahead.
“I guess Bessy and I are similar, your sibling rides me too…”
Blackwall: “My sister used to have a beard, I say it could rival yours Ser Blackwall.” The Herald growled some profanities at their sibling, flushing a deep red as Blackwall chuckled.
“ I think if she did I would have noticed.” Blackwall chortled, giving the Herald a sly wink.
Dorian: “Are you really a magister? Like the evil ones from the stories the chantry sisters tell us?” The girl inquired. Dorian simply rolled his eyes.
“ I am as much an evil magister as you are a fire breathing demon.” He replied, clearly bored. The girl fell silent for a moment before snorting loudly. “So you are an evil magister.”
Sera: They didn’t tease each other, they just nodded at each other with mutual respect. Sera was the original wild child….
Cullen: “So you’re the hot Templar with the amazing abs that my sister mentioned.” Cullen blushed and looked over at an equally frozen inquisitor.
“Not my formal title but I suppose that’s quite right.” Cullen stammered out.
“Is it true you really banged my sister on the war table and the Chantry chapel?” Before Cullen could answer, a large thump sound startled them all. It appeared mother Giselle had fainted….
Josephine: “Are you from Antiva?”
“Why of course, from the noble house Montilyet.” The teen seemed impressed, analysing all the log books in her office.
“Don’t your family practically rule trading in Antiva?”
“Well that was some time ago, but yes we still remain influential.”
“So your loaded?” Slightly taken aback by this, Josephine cleared her throat.
“Well matters are more complicated now but relatively speaking yes…” the teen looked Josie dead in the eye and whispered:
“Then why the fuck are you with my brother?”