Áine is a mage from Kinloch Tower. She was there during the blight and had Cullen as one of her acquaintances.
She fell in love with him but was too shy to say something about it. Nevertheless, he was in love with her friend Amell and didn't know sh...
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She always entered the chantry and immediately turned right. Staying behind the columns meant staying out of view. The days she felt particularly confident, she would have a lazy walk, a big smile in her eyes, and her head would be high. But on days like that one, she just wanted to reach her destination as fast as possible.
She knew the Herald was discussing with her advisors the last-minute details for their assault on the breach, and so, Cullen could come out any minute. She had avoided him so far by 'stalking' him. She knew where he would be so she could go on about her day without worrying, which basically meant being in the small library.
She noticed that, despite the fact she was confident or in a hurry, she always had shaky hands when she entered the chantry. She also clenched her jaw, which led her to a light headache later. That day was no different.
As usual, she turned right when she entered, but was greeted by Bull, who was going to the tavern.
"Hey, Blue! Going to the library?" The man blocked her way.
"Yes. I want to try and relax before marching to the temple." She took a deep breath.
"Come on! Let's have a drink then."
"Bull, I don't-" Too late, he spun her and was led her by the shoulders. By the pressure he was putting into them, she knew there was no escape.
"All right! All right!" She threw her hands up in defeat.
There were a lot of busy people outside. They were gathering the gears, armor, and lyrium. They were also training, chatting, smiling, laughing, and at the same time, they were fidgeting, rubbing their necks, running their fingers through their hair, and crossing their arms. It was amusing to watch the scene unfold. Whatever happened, she knew they wouldn't back down.
The inside of the tavern was no different from the outside. It seemed that half of Haven had decided to relax with a drink that day. The odd little thing was that their mugs and tankards were all full, and none of them left the tables.
Bull, who was still holding her shoulders, led her to a table near Maryden. Varric was telling Dorian and Sera a story about Hawke and Isabela finding cursed pirates turned to statues by a maleficar captain but stopped as soon as they arrived.
"Hey! Talking about crazy stories, when are you going to tell us why your nickname is Blue? As a storyteller, I'm sure it will be funny."
Áine raised an eyebrow and placed a hand over her mouth as if she was offended before laughing.
"You sure? Maybe not, maybe it is something sad and tragic. Blue is, after all, a reference to sadness, too," Dorian said while giving Bull a side glance.
She looked at them and nodded confirming Dorian's theory while pretending to wipe a tear away and faking a snuffle.
"Come on Sparkler, I'm sure it will be interesting. What do you think Tiny?"
