OPEN - Give me mercy for my dreams

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel and YOU
WHAT: Open
WHEN: Late Kingsway
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Ten billion starters inside for Pel's close CR + coworkers.

Closed - Starters Below

Having returned from the mission in Antiva, it is time for her to have a talk with a number of people. People who either deserve to know, or who she wants to know. It will be difficult to hide very soon, and they don't deserve to be surprised.

Open - Around Skyhold

Pel spends most of her time in the library these days, but goes to bed earlier. Her time outside is spent sewing. A piece of linen tape is pinned to the garment she is working on, with the other end of the tape tied to a post by where she sits, so she can hold the garment well up and sew without hunching.

Comments

Cyril and Merrick

[mythalenaste]

They are in Cy and Merrick's room, Pel having told them over the crystals that she has something important to tell them. She settles on one of the beds, clasps her hands, and lets out a long breath. A period of silence follows.

"I'm pregnant," she finally says unceremoniously.

[samahl]

For a moment, Cyril almost seems to think that she's joking. He blinks and then smiles. "You're serious?" he asks, and when her face shows that she is he comes closer. "That's... amazing!" He isn't sure if she's pleased about it for now, but it still seems like something to celebrate.

Beleth

[mythalenaste]

She finds Beleth in the rafters of the barn, and climbs up to sit beside her. This is one of the ones she's a little worried about. Maybe because it will feel a bit like telling Beleth's mother.

"Aneth ara."

[arlathvhen]

Pel is greeted with a smile, and a politely curious expression.

"Aneth ara, lethallan. How are you doing?"

Leliana

[mythalenaste]

In the rookery, Pel clenches her hands nervously before clasping them together so she doesn't fidget. She approaches Leliana like a girl approaching the madam of the boarding school.

"Mistress Nightingale?"

glides in ten years late with cocktails

[fightingale]

From her peripheral, Leliana is aware of Pel drawing closer, and does her the courtesy of not turning a sharp, honed focus on her. It is in parts consideration, and part that she is still working on something that requires just a moment more work, and turning away from it to fix a researcher needlessly in her sights would be a waste of focus.

"Yes," she acknowledges just a shade distracted by the document in her hand, before she signs off on it and hands it to a passing scout, and finally looks to Pel. "What is it?"

Araceli

[mythalenaste]

Araceli has been recovering for some time, and Pel has paid her more than one visit. Each time, she washes the woman's hair. At first, she had followed up the washing by adding some perfumed oil as a conditioner, but now she can't abide strong smells like that. Today, Pel arrives with her nearly-finished purple gown hung over one arm and her regular hair-washing equipment.

"I wanted you to see what I've made so far," she says happily.

[foxsays]

Eventually her left wrist will bend like it should - Araceli's broken both wrists badly enough to have the bone come through and that never happened - but it's frustrating. Relying on other people. Feeling useless, and helpless. For now she's grateful to Pel for coming to see her, helping with her hair because leaving it to frizz or tangle or look like a mess would make her feel worse, and that would make her more snappish than she has been.

(The healers are more fond of Araceli when she's amusing other patients with her antics, or fetching and carrying. A model patient she is not.)

Waving her left hand a little better than the last visit, she smiles. "Hola Pel, what have you brought today?"

Daenerys

[mythalenaste]

Pel is a private person, but it won't be long before Dany will be able to figure things out for herself. So better that she be told than guess. Pel is lighting candles as evening falls when Daenerys comes into the room.

"I should tell you something," she says evenly.

[unsullies]

Regrettably, perhaps, both women are busy in their own duties. Being a Rifter, Dany has the additional task of acclimatizing herself to this world and to the Inquisition, so deeply ingrained in it. Most of her time is spent outside of their room and, often, away from the mountainous base itself, but for once, both are within their quarters.

It makes sense, then, that there would be some news.

"Of course," Dany replies, silver brows raising. "What is it?"

Sina, Merrill, and Morrigan

[mythalenaste]

Three of the people she needs to talk to frequent the gardens, and in the gardens she finds them. Each is approached individually, and she sits beside them.

"Can we talk?"

[chainlightning]

Merrill has been tending to a tree she planted near the Dalish clan memorials, though not actually a part of them. It's for Asher, and Merrill has spent quite a bit of time making sure that the seed isn't disturbed and will grow up big and strong.

Despite that, when Pel approaches, she sits back onto her heels and beams up at her. "Of course!" Let her just... brush some of the dirt off her hands...

[arcaneadvisor]

The book in her lap is set aside when Pel joins her, the first she's seen her since the trip in Orlais.

"Certainly," she greets with a nod. "What comes?"

[eolasemah]

That can be a frightening question coming from Pel, and Sina, on her knees and weeding, can't help but smile a little guardedly when she nods. "What is it, lethallan?"

Adelaide

[mythalenaste]

You know what type of conversation is refreshing? Business. Stuff that isn't about babies. Pel knocking on Adelaide's door at night isn't unusual, nor is her lugging in a lot of notes and books.

"Did I tell you about Dirthamen's Wisdom?" she says when the door is opened.

Cullen

[mythalenaste]

The day after her conversation with Adelaide, Pel marches to Cullen's office and knocks. It's been a long time since they spoke, having been working in such different circles for so long, but those circles are still linked together. This is the Inquisition.

[lionheartedman]

Most people just breeze right into his office without bothering to knock. These days, he sometimes doesn't even waste the time closing the door. Some still knock, though. Usually those who are new around Skyhold, sometimes rifters who still feel out of place, occasionally people who don't like him. "Come in." He sets down his quill and flips the lid on his ink pot closed. Whoever it is, and whatever it is, he has some time.

Outside

[eternalsquire]

There's always mending to do. Kif doesn't want to do it, but that doesn't change how much damage happens to the Orlesian clothing that's entirely unsuitable for Inquisition work. He'd been intending to do it inside, but he'd been shooed away from the table he'd settled down at and now had to resort to this. Outside. Mending. In the Frostbacks. It's rustic and he's so displeased.

Kif eyes the Dalish woman sewing before deciding that at least this would provide some cover. He won't be the only one stitching around here. If she's not too Dalish and hates Elves.

"Do you mind if I sew near you?"

[mythalenaste]

Pel gives him a discerning look before nodding once. If he was a human, she would be warier. As it is, they are simply two working elves in proximity of one another. Also, the man is among the least threatening-looking people she has ever seen, with his sad face, sad slump, sad hair.

"Not at all." She thinks it's very sensible, people doing their own mending. None of this nonsense about Orlesian chevaliers having to learn how to knit.

Outside

[conqueredhearts]

The large man couldn't help but take notice of the world she was doing and had been watching for a little bit before approaching. Stroking his beard, he leaned down so he could have a better look at it. "Have you done all this yourself, my friend?"'

He looked genuinely curious, red eyes wide as he looked over at her.

[mythalenaste]

Pel barely looks up, just long enough to determine she's the one being spoken to. "Yes."

[hattergonnahat]

The sight is a familiar one. His fingers still follow the motions in his sleep, thread the needle, stick it through, pull it free, cross back...

He pauses, long enough to observe the woman at work. He isn't dressed like those in Skyhold, which ought to be Pel's first clue that this is one of the Rifters hovering about.

[mythalenaste]

he glances up at him, face impassive, internally very curious as to what he finds so captivating about someone sewing two pieces of fabric together. He is one of those rifters, and they can be a peculiar lot.

"May I help you?"

Outside

[justice_is_blond]

He gives her set up a raised eyebrow as he comes over, holding up a packet of ground willowbark as explanation.

"Following one of my suggestions? I'm flattered." Not like he really expected her to do differently, she's sensible, but some people would do the opposite of what he says it of spite. And it doesn't mean she's following all of his suggestions, either.

[mythalenaste]

"Resting?" A faint smile as she looks up from her work. Really, this isn't so bad. Sitting, working, gestating. She takes the willowbark. "Serannas."

outside; sewing

[thetyrant]

"What are you making?"

Logan had been observing from afar for a few minutes, and concluded that he wasn't sure what the garment was supposed to be or what the purpose was. So asking seemed like the best way to find out. He knew he ought to get out of his room more in general, that he couldn't brood and nurse his shard all day, so this was that attempt.

[mythalenaste]

Without a word, Pel holds up the underdress of a purple ensemble.

Gavin

[mythalenaste]

She has turned it over in her head, whether to tell him about this, but they've grown. They've moved on, and they can be happy for each other now. And he didn't like it when she blindsided him before, so here goes.

She approaches him with a mysterious smile, trying to show past a little nervousness that this is good news she's telling him.

Gavin

[slipshot]

His first thought, as ever, is that he is in trouble. Not because of anything in particular, just that he has come to expect that the Dalish women of his clan smiling at him like that generally means he's about to be hit over the head. But once she's closer, and the smile hasn't faded, his ears prick and he tilts his head.

"Hey Pel, what's up?"

Mia

[mythalenaste]

Pel hesitates upon seeing Mia with Lucci, remembering being told not to come near her again. As badly as Pel had dealt with that meeting, it has been a long time. Pel has handled Lucci before, and changed his diapers. Mia has knowledge Pel wants to learn. Maybe Pel can slip in an apology amidst this.

She is very quiet when she approaches at last, her normally proud posture a little slumped, trying not to appear as a challenger.

"How do you wash his nappies properly?" she asks quietly.

Knitting Buddies

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"Well hello there, Pel." Bethany came up with the satchel filled with her yarn, where the young woman was sitting as she sewed. She looked curiously at what Pel was stitching, but she patted her satchel, "I am getting back into a bit of knitting for the winter -- and I was wondering if you might have any yarn left to sell? I am trying to get everyone something warm before winter sets in again."

[mythalenaste]

"I do!" Pel's face lights up and she sorts through her inventory, pulling out skeins she has not reserved for the baby. "I'm knitting baby clothes. I'm having a baby!"

She figures Bethany is a human, therefore privileged, therefore perfectly capable of being happy for her without reservation.