Kaczor had tried to make sure that Ella was asleep before she had slipped from the bed, but, when she had finished in her study getting together all her information from the secret vault, the other woman had been gone. So be it, her wife still had secrets, and would, and once Kac handed over these items, then that would be the end of it for her, she wouldn't have to worry about being caught, or imprisoned again. She would just go back to being a patron to artists and perhaps she would put in a little more effort to religion. Maybe.
As she pulled the silk britches and her black leather boots on, she pulled out a tight black vest that she checked was still good for reflecting magics. Didn't help if she took a fireball to the chest if she got caught along the path there. And then over, a black jacket that helped her blend further into the darkness. Her old gear was there too, her matched fighting daggers and short swords that found their way into her kit. When she was ready, she peaked into Sarianne's bedroom, at her little girl in the crib.
She couldn't leave her daughter there. Alone, with slaves that she didn't know.
But she also couldn't go another month between when she may be able to sneak out again. So she swaddled her daughter in a black length of silk, and then secured the infant to her chest, tucking the spell vest over her child, fitting it in a way that left herself more vulnerable, but it made sure Annie would be protected from everything. And with one last check, and a quick prayer to what ever higher power there was out there, because it certainly wasn't a Maker, Kaczor set off into the night.
It had been very easy to slip through the shadows, they were her old friends after all, and had been since she had come home from Uni, where her mind had been changed about the way Tevinter was being run. When all this had started, and tonight it was going to come to an end. Finally. She was done. The fact she hadn't felt safe enough leaving Annie alone in her own house, and had brought here along to a resistance meeting... Ella would have her head. But it was easy to gain entry, to pull her hood back and present the masculine face to the crowd, to blend in. She took a glass from a tray, as the gathering went along.
She spoke to a few old contacts, ones that had been at some point lovers, both male and female, and then others that had been her mentor in finding a way. Her silks stood out from some of the others in plainer fabrics, but she had always been the rich patron. The money, a silent partner while others took on more dangerous jobs. A chequebook open and ready to fund a revolution, especially one that fit with her family's more progressive politics. This would be good-bye after all, and she kissed Annie's head, invisible there under her coat, when her blood ran cold in recognition.
There weren't silks on her, but she knew her wife anywhere.
As she pulled the silk britches and her black leather boots on, she pulled out a tight black vest that she checked was still good for reflecting magics. Didn't help if she took a fireball to the chest if she got caught along the path there. And then over, a black jacket that helped her blend further into the darkness. Her old gear was there too, her matched fighting daggers and short swords that found their way into her kit. When she was ready, she peaked into Sarianne's bedroom, at her little girl in the crib.
She couldn't leave her daughter there. Alone, with slaves that she didn't know.
But she also couldn't go another month between when she may be able to sneak out again. So she swaddled her daughter in a black length of silk, and then secured the infant to her chest, tucking the spell vest over her child, fitting it in a way that left herself more vulnerable, but it made sure Annie would be protected from everything. And with one last check, and a quick prayer to what ever higher power there was out there, because it certainly wasn't a Maker, Kaczor set off into the night.
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It had been very easy to slip through the shadows, they were her old friends after all, and had been since she had come home from Uni, where her mind had been changed about the way Tevinter was being run. When all this had started, and tonight it was going to come to an end. Finally. She was done. The fact she hadn't felt safe enough leaving Annie alone in her own house, and had brought here along to a resistance meeting... Ella would have her head. But it was easy to gain entry, to pull her hood back and present the masculine face to the crowd, to blend in. She took a glass from a tray, as the gathering went along.
She spoke to a few old contacts, ones that had been at some point lovers, both male and female, and then others that had been her mentor in finding a way. Her silks stood out from some of the others in plainer fabrics, but she had always been the rich patron. The money, a silent partner while others took on more dangerous jobs. A chequebook open and ready to fund a revolution, especially one that fit with her family's more progressive politics. This would be good-bye after all, and she kissed Annie's head, invisible there under her coat, when her blood ran cold in recognition.
There weren't silks on her, but she knew her wife anywhere.
Novella, imagine you being here.There was an edge of playfulness to her voice, as she tucked in beside her wife, one hand protectively splayed across Annie's back, the other fingering the hit of her short-sword. Ella's next words would determine if the blade would be drawn or not.
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