[open] angry dooting

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth and YOU
WHAT: Beleth trying to help out around Skyhold and not trying to help out around the Warden Camp
WHEN: Late Justinian, around the time Leliana is sick.
WHERE: The rookery in Skyhold and the Warden Camp
NOTES: Verbal abuse aimed at ravens, cat bribery, and bacon theft.

1) The Rookery

With Leliana out of commission, there's a lot of information, notes, and reports that are piling up. Nothing important, of course, Beleth hasn't seen anything above her paygrade. She supposes that all of the serious information gets funneled somewhere else--Maria, or the other advisors, or maybe a chain of messenger nugs. In any event, she has a pile of fairly mundane information that Leliana will still need to sort through at some point, and unable to aid her mentor in other capacities, Beleth has taken it upon herself to try to organize the information for her. Everything is numbered and sorted into folders, and most of her time is spent writing a series of summaries with the sources noted, so if Leliana wants to read the original report, she knows where to look.

It's tedious, but fascinating, in a way. It feels good to help out Leliana in any way she can, keeping her from getting mobbed by the day to day information that would pile up otherwise. And it's good practice, if Beleth ever wants to be a real bard some day. And it certainly doesn't hurt to get a chance to be one of the first people to learn interesting pieces of gossip.

She can be found at Leliana's desk, with a pile of meticulously piled paperwork, scribbling away at a piece of parchment. She can also be found having an argument with a raven, trying to wrestle a cannister from him while the bird squawks and flaps and carries on like Beleth is personally attempting to murder him. And later on, after a failed attempt at bribing the raven in question, she can be found sitting again at Leliana's desk, this time with other ravens covering the desk and her, with a particularly fat one laying on her head. She's apparently given up on writing for now, muttering to one of the ravens in question.

"You can call me...Agent Belladonna. Hmm. Bard Belladonna. Hello, my name is.........Belladonna."

2) Camp Shady Fuckers

Having accumulated more raven feathers than anyone would ever need, ever, it is quite simply a crime to just let them lay around and gather dust. Luckily, there are ways to creatively use them for good causes. It is with this good cause in mind that elf slips over to one of the cooking fires in the camp, one that has bacon cooking over it, completely unattended. The bacon is liberated into a pouch, with one piece stuffed into her mouth. Then from another pouch, a bunch of raven feathers are taken out, and thrown around on the ground.

It's the perfect crime, probably. Until Beleth hears a meow.

She turns around to discover a familiar-looking cat, staring at her, in what is undoubtedly accusation. She looks left, right, then bends down, pulling a piece of the bacon from her pouch, and holding it out for the cat.

"You didn't see anything."

Comments

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[mythalenaste]

A snowy owl flaps in through the window, causing the raven Beleth is struggling with to let go and fly off. The owl lands on a chair and becomes Pel. She has mentioned to Beleth by now that she has been learning shapeshifting, but Beleth hasn't had occasion to see until now.

[arlathvhen]

Despite the fact that the owl gave Beleth victory over Baron Plucky, she still lets out a startled yelp when it bursts into the rookery, and another when it's suddenly a person. For a few surprised moments, she just stares at Pel, before everything clicks into place. She shoots the other woman a wry smile as she moves over to the desk, opening the canister and fishing out the message.

"I nearly sent an arrow through Twisted Fate for trying that as a wolf, you know. But thank you, I was at my wit's end with that terror. He must have gotten Fen'Harel's own blessing, I swear."

[mythalenaste]

"Wouldn't've been nearly as heroic if I'd run up here, told you what I was going to do, then jumped out the window and flew back in. Might have been more alarming, though."

[arlathvhen]

"I would have found it less alarming, but not nearly as effective, nor dramatic." Beleth replied, smoothing down the paper and starting to read over it. "I'm glad that Morrigan has agreed to share that magic. I know the Keeper has mentioned that kind of magic before, but knowledge of it is scarce, and fading. It's good to see it being brought back to light."

She pauses, then wrinkles her nose. "It's nice of Morrigan to share any relevant information, really."

[mythalenaste]

"I didn't learn it from Morrigan." Though she quirks a brow at Beleth's wording. "She can be a bit cryptic, but she's mostly been forthcoming. At least she is when you work with her."

[arlathvhen]

"Oh? I suppose that's even better." She raises an eyebrow back at Pel, and shrugs. "I know of at least one person who learned it from her, but I'm glad there are more teachers running around." She looks down at the paper, her lips pressing into a thin line for a few moments. "I suppose she's forthcoming with information, if you're fine with having a shemlen talk down to you. Do you know she has an eluvian?"

[mythalenaste]

"Yes. I haven't commented. I keep thinking of all the trouble Merrill went to to restore one."

[arlathvhen]

"I've commented. Several times." There's a terseness in her voice that says that she is putting it very mildly for Pel. Beleth has, in fact, shouted it. Multiple times. And talked to other people about it. She's not letting it go. "It's not fair. How long must our People witness our ancestor's legacy be stolen--" She stops, pressing her lips together tightly, and takes a long, slow breath. It's really not the time or place. Other people could overhear.

"But you didn't come here to hear me grouse. Who taught you shapeshifting?"