Lonely I, I'm so alone now [open]

[provenforce]

WHO: Rey and you?
WHAT: Rey settling in to live in the hold
WHEN: after August 10
WHERE: various spots all over Skyhold
NOTES: I have a permissions post for her jedi magics if you're so inclined, if you want a specific starter hmu on pm or plurk.

i. the ramparts

Rey is used to feeling alone. Most of her life has been a self-fulfilling prophecy of loneliness, and every time she thought she may have found a friend she was betrayed or abandoned. Standing on the ramparts overlooking the valley of the mountains she had learned were called the Frostbacks, she wraps her arms a little tighter around herself, reflecting. She'd really thought for a second that she had found her true place in the galaxy, her true calling. Now, she doesn't know what she's supposed to do.

"Probably should have gone back to Jakku," she mutters to herself, a humorless smile touching her lips as she shivers in the wind.

ii. the main hall

She picked a table that looked fairly out of the way, but was near enough to one of the sconces that she could see what she was doing. She isn't trying to stand out, and she keeps her head down, eyes focused on the partly disassembled lightsaber on the table in front of her. She's never worked on a lightsaber before, but the best way to figure out how to fix something is usually to take it apart. Everything she's carefully meticulous about, because she wants to remember how to put it back together. It's not really hers after all. Luke Skywalker would probably be upset if she ruined his old lightsaber.

"Looks like this piece blew out and..." she occasionally mutters something, as she figures out why exactly the lightsaber doesn't seem to be working, when it had been in fine working order before she'd passed through the Rift. It likely won't make sense to anyone passing by her little makeshift worktable.

iii. the library

In her wandering, Rey finds herself in Skyhold's library, and in an odd state of reverence. Paper and leather-bound books are extremely uncommon on Jakku, the weather and poor living conditions making it extremely impractical to keep something that could become ruined so easily. She walks the stacks, just looking at all the different books, and absently picking one with an interesting script on the spine. She opens it, expecting to find a new world of knowledge, but the look of disappointment that flashes across her face is plain as she realizes she can't read the script on the page.

"This isn't Basic, how do they read this?" she frowns down at the pages, turning a few as if that will divulge it's secrets.

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II, August 11

[gatheringstorm]

It wasn't that Korrin had wanted to take a break from the healing tents, but since Asher had other company and her appetite had slightly returned, she decided a quick trip to the kitchen was in order. Loading a plate and filling a pitcher with some cider, Korrin headed back up and glanced for a decent place to sit. She wasn't purposely going out of her way to choose any company, just tired and full of heartache and wanting to put her feet up for a bit. So she did, thus claiming the seat before her as well, as she poured herself cider while breaking off a piece of bread and cheese.

The tall, horned woman glances over toward Rey...or it would have just been a passing glance until what she's working on is noted. Her eyebrows raise, not really expecting to see that particular weapon on anyone but a certain rifter liaison.

[provenforce]

Rey doesn't notice the lingering look for a few moments, as engrossed in her work as she is. However the hair on the back of her neck starts to prickle, and she glances up, making eye contact with the woman staring at her. The horned apperance sets her aback a little, she doesn't know quite what to make of her. Rey's first instinct is a Gotal, although her facial features don't seem quite right.

Still, she's only ever seen a few Gotal in her life, and humans can all look quite different. The horns are definitely similar, though. Giving the woman a thin smile, Rey offers her a polite greeting in Antarian. Doesn't hurt to try, after all.

[gatheringstorm]

"The politeness filters through, even if the actual words do not. Shaking her head, Korrin manages a wry smile and shrug. "I've no idea what you're saying, sorry. It's the Trade tongue for me, or Rivaini, Antivan and Qunlat."

But given the type of weapon she's working on, Korrin would doubt she has a working knowledge of the latter three.

"Nice lightsaber."

I

[qunari]

"Hey. You alright?"

The voice is casual, but there's friendly concern there just the same. She's a new face around here, and new faces should be taken account for. For a number of reasons.

But friendly concern can absolutely be one of those reasons.

If Rey turns, she'll see the source of the voice coming down the battlements, over seven feet with broad horns and an eyepatch, a Qunari who ought to look incredibly intimidating. Except for that look on his face, a sort of squint to his eyes that says he's wondering why she's not dressed a little warmer if she's walking around up here.

Definitely new, then.

[provenforce]

She turns to the source of the voice, not really sure what she was expecting, but probably not him. The advantage to growing up on an outpost world however is that she's seen the full gamut of weird species the galaxy has to offer, so if she's surprised by his appearance she doesn't really show it.

"I'm a little cold," she replies to his question, although that's really just the surface. She doesn't feel like going into all the details of what's wrong in this very moment. Cold is definitely one thing, though. "It's warmer where I come from." Jakku could certainly get bitterly cold after dark, but the cold of the desert and the cold of snow and ice are two entirely different things.

[qunari]

Well hey, no one spills every detail of their life on the first meeting. Not on purpose, anyway. Bull's mouth crooks upwards into a smile that says yeah, he was probably thinking that was the case.

"You and me both. You get used to it after a while...but you might want to see if the quartermaster's got any spare cloaks. Wool's kinda itchy, but you get used to it." One massive shoulder shrugs as he walks closer. Less like an approach, more like he happened to be walking this way anyway, and might slow down for a bit to chat.

But only if she seems like she wants to. When you look the way he does, you don't overstay your welcome.

II

[thecookery]

What the deal is with the junk on the table is a complete mystery to her, but really that is the least of Avery's concerns at the moment. Half in and half out of one of the hall's side-passages, she's frowning deeply and clearly scanning the room for... something? Or someone?? And only stopping to look at Rey when she fails to find what she's been looking for, probably just because she happens to be the closest person who doesn't look too important to bother.

"Oi," she calls, though not too loudly. "You there. You seen a kid in a stupid little hat run through here?"

[provenforce]

The way Rey looks up when she's called to probably makes it obvious she hasn't seen a damn thing going on around her. She blinks at the woman standing in the passage, before shaking her head.

"No I haven't, sorry."

[thecookery]

Avery scowls deeper and pinches the bridge of her nose, eyes closed, hoping to fight off this impending headache. "Great. Now what am I supposed to do?"

The question is more bitterly mumbled to herself than actually directed at Rey. Hell, she may or may not have already forgotten the girl was there at all.

3

[apostafuckyou]

"What's Basic?"

Raylan was nearby, pulling down a heavy book as thick as his arm. He exhaled with the effort, hefting it onto his hip so he could stand and talk a moment. "It ought to be written in Common. Is that not what they teach where you're from?" Raylan was fairly sharp, despite the dumb country bumpkin accent, and he'd spotted the light flickering from her hand.

[provenforce]

"They don't teach much where I'm from," Rey frowns down at the book, closing it and sliding it back onto the shelf.

"We're speaking Basic, but that's not the way it's written. At least not that I'm familiar with." It's an odd thought, that they could be speaking the same language but it could be written so differently. Also a little disappointing. Rey spent a great deal of her time on Jakku reading when she wasn't piloting her simulation program.

[apostafuckyou]

Raylan made a noise of assent. "Well, I'm sure there's a learner book around here somewhere. Or I could teach you," he offered. "Probably do better if you can get around a book on your own, not have to ask or need help with everything."

i

[tactical_alert]

Sometimes people are used to the cold and run around in next to nothing, Bull, and honestly Malcolm can't understand it. So seeing someone unfamiliar (not unusual these days, really) up here in some clothing but not enough to look warm, he has a care of concern. "My lady," he says, taking long strides up to her, "you're going to catch a death of chill out here. Aren't you cold?"

[provenforce]

Rey looks a little surprised at the concern. Even with her recent experiences it's not something she expects from perfect strangers.

"I am, but I was enjoying the view. I've never had the chance to see mountains like these." Not an entire lie, she had initially climbed up to the battlements to look out over the valley. The unfamiliar scenery had just driven the point home at how very alone she is, right now.

[tactical_alert]

When patrolling the battlements, Malcolm tends toward bringing a cloak, just in case. Up away from the heat sink of Skyhold, high enough where the cold mountain air can catch one unawares, he feels it's usually prudent to ward off a chill before going back down or inside. He slips his off and offers it to her. A chilly mountain breeze won't bother him for a time.

"The Frostbacks tend to be treacherous to those who don't know how to navigate them. And most do not, save for a few trails for merchants to trod through from Orlais to Ferelden, or vice versa. That the founders of the Inquisition managed to find this place in the middle of everything is quite a stroke of luck."

ii, the main hall

[universal_charm]

It's not so much Rey that catches his attention as what she's working on. It's not often he sees pieces of advanced technology here, so of course he spots it from quite a ways off. He almost reflexively reached to touch is communicator, but he kept it in Sam's room, tucked away in a drawer. It was just a useless piece of metal, true, but it was important and he didn't want to accidentally lose it.

"I wouldn't get your hopes up. Tech doesn't play so nicely here," he said to her gently, sitting down across from her with a cold sandwich.

[provenforce]

"I built a computer out of broken components from a dozen rusting starships," Rey replies without looking up at her visitor. Generally she doesn't get braggy about her skill, but it's important to her that she fix this lightsaber.

"I can fix this." It doesn't even seem that complicated, now that she's poking through the pieces.

III

[obi_wanmanshow]

"I can offer a translation guide, if you're interested," Obi-Wan replied, leaning against the railing, not far away, "Basic and Common translate fairly easily, once you get the hang of it."

He's only recently returned to Skyhold, from Orlais, but the moment he set foot past the foothills, he'd felt it. And the Force only sang louder, the closer her came, until passing the curtain-wall made him certain; there was a Jedi here.

Or, if not a Jedi, someone strong in the Force, someone who despite what darkness all beings carried, was so bright, and so good.

"But first, I think you'd better tell me, just where you got that lightsaber."

[provenforce]

Rey has only just begun to learn how to tap into the Force, so she doesn't notice anything until Obi-Wan speaks. Then, of course, she's struck with the odd sense that she's heard his voice somewhere before. She turns, her hand going to the lightsaber now hanging from her belt as he mentions it. She still hasn't fixed it, but she feels better keeping it with her.

"It was given to me, by Maz Kanata," she replies slowly.

I

[justice_is_blond]

"If Jakku's warm, then, yes. I agree." Anders gives her a faint smile as he leans against the wall. He comes up here every now and then to look at the sight of the valley, though lately there's less appreciation and a great deal more guilt.

"I could offer to stand near you, if it helps? But it's very cold." And he's in robes, with no coat over them. One day he'll get one.

[provenforce]

Rey looks up at the reply, not entirely expecting one. She smiles slightly, rubbing her arms absently with cold hands.

"It was a desert wasteland, though that's... not exactly what I meant. I can handle this." Sure, it's an adjustment, but she's used to extreme temperatures.

II

[el_tybs]

It certainly doesn't make much sense, what she's working on, but Sam has been around enough to know she was tinkering with something. It reminded him a bit of Cyril putting together his traps, but there certainly weren't any pieces he could name.

"What you working on?" he asks casually, peering over the side of the table he's standing at, a sandwich wrapped up in his hand.

[provenforce]

Rey doesn't glance up at the question, her focus on the collection of pieces in front of her, but she does shift in her seat a little, tilting her head.

"It's a weapon. It belonged to someone important, and I need to fix it." She doesn't entirely comprehend the importance of the weapon that's come into her care, really, but she is aware of it. She knows she has to fix it, somehow.

i

[ichaer]

"I don't know about any Jakku but there's always the Western Approach and the Hissing Wastes if you're looking for warmth."

Ciri says it idly, yawning tiredly as she approaches. She forgotten her travel worn cloak back in camp but does not seem too bothered by the cold wind.

"I'd suggest the Anderfels too but that place is best avoided for now."

[provenforce]

Rey looks up as the woman approaches, shrugging her shoulders a little at the comment.

"The warmth wouldn't hurt, but it's where I came from. I don't think I'll find that, here." Unless this planet was somehow Jakku very very far in the past. Or future. Unlikely to say the very least.