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[closerift]

" this is cecily trevelyan of the inquisition.
i cannot be reached at the moment, but if you leave your information i will reply quick as i can. "

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[closerift]

Oh, they have enough ammunition to fire back at women. [ Unfortunately. ] But I don't doubt you were better than them at it.

[ She does pause at "Arya Stark," the way the girl refers to... herself, Cecily assumes... in the third person, but she doesn't comment. It may just be a quirk. ]

I think it helps. That the jokes help. [ In her case, as she goes on to explain: ] As a leader, it... can seem like you're on another level from the people that you work with. At least, to some of them, or so I'm told. Acting a little ridiculous every now and then helps remind them that you're all the same, you know?

[ It's the lesson that Bull and Varric wanted to teach her. ]

[whichend]

You're a leader?

[ Arya's guard drops, giving way to genuine curiosity. She never would have assumed that Cecily was anything like a commander -- that's far too uncommon in Westeros, after all. Arya's eyes grow wide. Cecily is clearly cooler than she previously thought. ]

Are you like Nymeria of a thousand ships, with her armies of warrior-women?

[closerift]

"The Inquisitor." [ She repeats, with an almost hesitant smile, as if she's nervous about even discussing her role. ] Just the figurehead of the Inquisition, not much more.

[ Others might say differently, but she's stubborn and will argue eternally that she is the least of any of them. ]

"Nymeria of a thousand ships?" I like the sound of that. [ Now she smiles more brightly, both amused and curious. ] Will you tell me the story? I don't really have ships, and our armies are men and women both, but your Nymeria sounds like a very interesting character.