[open] you're like a mirror, reflecting me

[qunari]

WHO: Iron Bull and all comers. That means you. Yes, you.
WHAT: Keeping the fort down at Skyhold.
WHEN: End of Kingsway (August)
WHERE: Sparring Ring, Tavern, and other varied locations around Skyhold.
NOTES: n/a, will add as needed.

He was going to need to find something to fight, soon.

Not that a break wasn't nice and all, but after being laid up months ago with that shit that had happened in the Fade, and sitting out all the bullshit going on in Halamshiral, Bull was getting restless. An itch was building that was hard pressed to find a good outlet for scratching. Next big fight that came rolling around? You weren't going to be able to keep him from going.

Some of the newer recruits could use some breaking in, so Bull would occasionally take a break from the training of his own Chargers to take on anyone who thought they might be able to handle themselves in the ring against him. And of course, any sore feelings would find a balm in quickly being offered a jovial pat on the arm and a drink in the Herald's Rest, where Bull occupied his usual corner.

But that restlessness saw him wandering a little more than he was generally prone to. Taking in the battlements, straying towards the garden in the keep's courtyard, poking his head into the library or the rookery, or stealing into the kitchen for a few midday snacks. And hey, if they needed anything heavy moved around the larder, fair was fair.

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battlements

[ichaer]

Ciri comes to the battlements often in order to train. She enjoys being able to freely move along the wall, twisting and turning while going through the motions with her sword. It's tiring work but she is grateful to be tired at the end of the day since it could usually mean a decent night of rest for her. After all, the dreams have not been so bad since she left Weisshaupt but something is always seeping into the back of her mind. Reminding her of songs and Old Gods that lay underneath their world.

She twists, cartwheeling into a flip and landing crouched atop the battlements with a huff of air. Although she wants to push herself, it wouldn't be good to lose her balance up here and fall to her doom somewhere in the valley below. It's enough to get her to sit, staring outwards at the mountains and breathing in a deep breath of cold air.

"It really is pretty up here..."

[qunari]

"Yeah. View's always something. You think you'd get tired of snow, but..."

There's heavy movement behind her and a huff, before Bull's shadow falls over her, and he settles in at a lean on the edge of the battlements to take up admiring the view along with her. He had been watching her twist and flip around with increasing admiration, but the break proves as good an opportunity to chat.

New people and all. He's a people person.

[ichaer]

The voice is enough to get her attention, Ciri glancing over her shoulder and raising a brow. Ultimately, she simply leans back slightly and nods in agreement.

"Tell me about it. I thought I'd get tired of it but this place is paradise compared to all the ash and sand in the Anderfel." There is a little grin as she speaks, idly tapping her sword against her leg and chuckling. "Better company here too."

[qunari]

"Don't doubt that. Probably more of it, too. Settlements up there tend to be pretty sparse, considering the terrain." Bull shrugs, reaches to scratch idly at the scruff on his chin.

"Don't really envy the folks that went north to deal with that Warden business. Plenty of ass needs kicking around here, as far as I can see. Best fights I've had to date were back in Emprise du Lion. Now that was a good time."

[ichaer]

"Especially compared to how crowded Weisshaupt felt at times."

But, in truth, that was likely because those that did not agree with the Warden-Commander tended to stick together in their smaller quarters and the library. Still, she grins at the mention at the mention of battles.

"It's been a nice change of pace compared to the constant darkspawn. I never knew how thrilling it could be to fight those rift demons but I really want to fight a dragon."

She might be grinning like a kid in a candy store at the thought.

[qunari]

"Yeah you do."

And at that, Bull breaks into an out and out grin. "Nothing like it," he affirms, gaze shifting off towards the craggy mountain slopes beyond their view. "The way the ground rumbles under your feet when they move, the little gurgle before they open their mouths and breathe fire..."

There's a definite gleam to his eye. Good times.