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WHO: Felix and OPEN
WHAT: A couple of prompts for people who wanted to interact with Felix.
WHEN: The days after the funeral
WHERE: Throughout Skyhold
NOTES: Mentions of death or dying, otherwise it should be okay. Also, please remember the general public doesn't know he has the Blight, they just know that he's dying 'of an illness.'

[Personal Quarters]

Felix spends most of his time in the quarters assigned to him. Some days he finds it hard to walk around much, as the dizziness gets to him. Healers are welcome, as are servants and friends. He keeps the place very clean, worried that somehow the treatments will stop working. He knows the Inquisition is taking a risk having him here and he does everything he can to stop the possibility of spreading the Blight. That includes staying tidy and burning sheets after a fever.

It also means cutting his own hair. The problem is that he has issues holding his arms up for that long. They start to tire and he gives up making the cuts straight or even. He's not trying to make a fashion statement, after all.

[Library]

When he is out of his room, he spends most of his time in the library. Obviously, part of that is that Dorian is there. Being around his friend feels like the way he wants to spend his last days. He had thought going home and trying to help the cause of the Inquisition would have been important, but this feels more right personally.

When Dorian isn't around, he spends his time reading. He enjoys learning about Southern history and can also be seen pouring over any new mathematical theories. It makes him realize how much he misses going to university.

[Garden]

Sometimes he's told he needs to 'get fresh air' and that prompts him to go out and sit at the garden. It's still so lovely to see what a well placed hot spring can do even in the middle of a frozen mountain. The air is still thin and frigid, nothing like what he might have back home, but there's something wonderful about the peace that one can find surrounded by the right amount of trees.

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At that, Nahariel laughed--it was a free and joyous sound, if uncultured. After a few moments, she rubbed the back of her hand against her face to dash away some of the wetness that had gathered in her eyes, leaving a streak of dirt on her cheek.

"Sorry, that... must have seemed a strange thing to laugh about.

"It's just that... well, I have a reputation in my Clan for being terrible with plants, and it's well earned. Too much water, too little, plant the seed too shallow, or too deep; I always seem to do exactly what it doesn't need." The elf smiled crookedly, and looked over her progress.

"It's not that I don't love gardens... even just the idea of gardens. They've just never seemed to like me as much. But I can clear, and mark space, and turn over soil. I'm trying to learn to gather seeds as well, for when I go out with the scouts. I think I'll leave the planting for my clanmate.

"I suppose what I mean is, if you'd like to help, there's plenty to do that doesn't require being good with plants."

Felix smiled a bit at that then nodded. "I'm good with numbers, if there are any calculations or measurements that need to be done? You seem to have that last one down yourself."

"Actually..."

Nahariel moved over, and offered the scrap of parchment she'd been referencing. It was a mock-up of the Skyhold garden, with six beds marked and labeled--no measurements, though.

"I've been guessing, mostly, and then re-marking if it turns out wrong. Nobody has measured out anything at all." She chuckled. "It seems like a fairly obvious mis-step now that you mention it. If I want to fit four of them across there--" she pointed to the grassy area nearest the wall that had been marked but not turned, and then to the diagram she'd been "following", "--with one of them maybe a big larger, for the elfroot...?" the elf trailed off, and then looked at the young man expectantly.

Felix nodded a bit. "I think that can be done. If you'd like them to be even I can rework this a bit? I wouldn't take long, though I'd also like to make sure you're okay with it?"

"If you wouldn't mind, then yes, definitely," Nari replied, "it's always better to get it done right the first time. Harder to fix after plants start growing in it." She flashed a quick grin, which faltered as she looked at the drawing in her hands.

"Although I don't have any more parchment to amend the designs. Or anything to draw with."

Felix turned his attention to his robes. He had a journal in one of his massive pockets that he had been using to write down notes of things he wanted to say to his country men in his letters. Now he was able to use those supplies to help her plan out the garden a bit better.

He took he aside and asked for her input as he redrew up the plans, occasionally he had to pause to measure something, but they were able to plan out a much more effective use of the garden's space.

Nari was pleased with the work and made no secret of it.

"This is much more efficient," she said, wiping her brow with the back of her hand after turning over the side of one of the remeasured beds. "Since mine is a forest clan, we usually wildcraft what we need... Sina kept a small garden, I know, but nothing on this scale." She stepped back to survey the new markings on the ground, compared them with the drawing, and nodded.

"Do you plan many gardens?" she asked, and then chuckled and scratched her head. "It sounds silly when I say it. Obviously there are other things that need building. Is that why you learned to figure like this?"

Felix shook his head. "No. I... I'm a mathematician." He hesitates for a moment because he isn't sure he should mention that he's a Tevinter mage. "It feels like something that would be good to do though, doesn't it? Plant something and give back to the world?"

She nods in response, despite not being entirely sure of his occupation.

"I agree. Enough is sewn in violence. Especially with..." Nari squinted up at the torn sky, "whatever's happening now. Everything's changing. But some things stay the same. Plants grow." She smiled, "And now they grow a little more regimented. I'm sure everyone will be glad for the extra healing herbs we'll be able to grow here. And Adelaide's students will be able to work with fresh herbs."

She looked around at the masonry. "Maybe if we grow them well enough, the next time someone needs this place, it won't be in such dire straits. Maybe in two hundred years, someone will be up here injured and find a little garden full of elfroot.

"That's not a bad legacy, as they go."

Nahariel rubbed her head, and looked apologetic, "Sorry. Dark world, dark thoughts these days. I wasn't at Haven, but all the mutterings about our adversary's army are pretty grim. All the better to turn over some dirt. It's something I know I can succeed at doing. No fretting, save about the rocks, and whether or not I'm actually using the space right." She flashed a grin. "Which I now don't have to worry about anymore, thanks to your work."

"I was at Haven," Felix answered her carefully. Not to confirm or deny exactly what she was saying, but to add, "Dark thoughts are important to a point. They keep us vigilant. As long as we keep ourselves protected from falling completely into them, that is. This garden is a good step in that direction. You've done well to start it. I only helped a bit."

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omg sorry i fell off the earth if you don't want to keep going it's okay

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