minorearth sent: The seas near Rivain are very different than the sea Aveline crossed to get to Kirkwall. The air is warmer, the smells sharper. "So this is where you come from," she says, watching the approaching city. "It's who I am, big girl," Isabela corrects, slinging an arm around her shoulder. "Are you ready for it?" Aveline just raises an eyebrow and smiles. At this point in her life, she's pretty sure she's ready for anything, including the salt-soaked kiss Isabela follows the question with.
This is perfect and lovely, and thank you lady! <33333
