Cannot Find The Words

[el_tybs]

WHO: Samouel Gareth and ANYONE
WHAT: A lots happened since the Fallow Mire. Sam reflects and keeps busy before getting shipped out again.
WHEN: Between returning from Fallow Mire and leaving for War Table operations
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Just the usual.

{Magic Lessons - Before/During/After}
Even though Fallow Mire had been trying, it doesn't mean that he can just take a break from his lessons. Sam is progressing with his Spirit magic with the help of Lady LeBlanc, as well as learning to control Ice spells to a point, though having difficulty. He's also trying to get the grasp on Storm magic with the help of Roul.


{The Armory}
With the new shipment of ores from the Fallow Mire there have been numerous orders for armor and weapons. Seeing as his sparring lessons with Krem have been put on hold for now for... reaons, he spends most late afternoons/early evenings helping with the forges.


{The Library}
He's still having issues falling asleep since the bog so Sam spends a good amount of time in the library in the evenings. That's not the only thing keeping him up. There are a number of crumpled up papers on the floor as he tries to figure out what to say in a letter.


{Wildcard}

Comments

[Magic Lessons, After]

[gatheringstorm]

After talking with Adelaide about Roul and his affinity with Storm magic, of course Korrin wants to compare notes and teach/learn what she can from him. That Sam arrives with similar intent is nothing short of a bonus to her, and she's happy to share what she can when it comes to lightning magic and how to control/direct it. She's on more even ground when it comes to ice spells, since she hasn't progressed beyond the basics, but a little practice doesn't hurt. When it seems they've done all they can for the day, Korrin smiles as she straightens and turns to him.

"Nice work, Sam. I know it takes a while, but all that dedication pays off in the end."

[el_tybs]

Even though he was having issues with Ice magic, it was still relatively easy to get a feel for since it was cast in a fashion that felt like a combination of his fire and spirit spells. Storm however? It had the same destructive force as fire, but it flowed quite differently.

Before he had only been able to cast a simple shocking spell by touching the object or person. With a little guidance from Korrin, and help from Roul he was actually learning how to shoot it from his hands. Not very fair or strong, but it was something. Course it left a nasty case of numbness in his fingers.

"Thanks, Korrin. I really appreciate you taking the time to teach me. Hopefully I didn't ruin you and Roul's session."

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin shakes her head, not bothered in the slightest. "No, not at all. The best way to show how much you've learned is to teach someone else, so that was instructive on both ends. It'd probably be more efficient to keep it that way, too. Hopefully what you learned will help once we head out."

She smiles at that, eager to get going again now that Skyhold has given her some much-needed rest. That Emprise du Lion is more of the same, snow and mountainous landscapes, doesn't bother her. At least it's not the Fallow Mire, and that's the important part.

libraryyyy

[amygdalae]

[Bruce happens to be in the library one of those evenings, mostly with the intention to check up on something he needed confirmation on. That becomes secondary though once he seems Samouel surrounded with a bunch of crumpled up papers on the ground, although Bruce doesn't look at any of them. Still, when people were like this, it could only mean several things - most of which generally weren't good.]

I hope you don't intend to leave all these used papers here. [He quips mildly as he approaches Samouel, speaking once he's in earshot.]

[el_tybs]

Hm... [No, that didn't sound right either. There's a long sigh as his fingers stop spinning the quill around between them. He's been at this for a while and he just couldn't get his thoughts down on paper.

For the most part the library had been quiet, and relatively empty, so when he hears the voice from behind him, Sam gives a small start, dropping the quill in the process. Brows raised, he turns in the chair to see who was speaking.]

Bruce-!

[He's a little surprised to see the surgeon, though it's a pleasant one at the very least seeing as it has been some time since they last talked. His eyes immediately turn to the floor to see what the man was talking about, making a face at the mess.]

Ah, probably was going to while I worked. I would've picked them up later. [A sheepish chuckle as he reaches down to pick up the dropped quill and a few of the papers.]

What brings you here?

[amygdalae]

[Bruce quirked a wry smile at Samouel's reaction, but bent down after him to help him pick up some of the crumpled papers, passing them to him once they were both back up.]

Just wanted to look up some things, but it can wait. [He gives Samouel an apprising look.] What about you?

Wildcard

[slipshot]

They met up every once in a while to work out, and on one of these occasions, Gavin is obviously mulling over something. As he stretches he keeps zoning out until finally he just says:

"Sam, how does the whole human marriage thing work. The arranged ones, I mean. Why would anyone think that's a good idea?"

[el_tybs]

Sam huffs when he isn't able to get his legs up in the air the first time around, feeling rusty. They'd been at the Mire for a good amount of time and he had felt no need to try and exercise while there.

He's just about got his feet in the air when he hears the question, mutters a surprised 'what' then goes tumbling to the ground. "What?" he repeats, pushing his hair out of his face and sticking his tongue out to get the dirt out of it. Was Gavin asking him about marriage? "Ah... that's kind of a loaded question...s. Someone people do that for status."

YOU SAW NOTHING

[slipshot]

"I don't see how forcing your son to marry someone he's never met will enhance your status much," Gavin said a bit more petulantly than he meant to. He sighed as he pulled one ankle up - standing (and wavering) on one leg, the other ankle grasped behind him.

"What if they hate each other?"

Armory

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss stands in the doorway, a piece of paper in hand where she has carefully sketched out a list of things she was going to need for her mission in Emprise du Lion. She was still carrying her father's bow, and her homemade arrows, but she was going to need traps -- and for that she'd need metal.

So she reaches out and snags - well, one tall person walking by who looks vaguely familiar.]

Excuse me? Do you all have some scrap metal I can have?

[Then, memory clicks.] Wait. Aren't you a healer?

[el_tybs]

Tch-! [He's not expecting to being grabbed by the arm suddenly, having to improvise his footing so that he doesn't trip over himself and end up on the floor. Sam huffs a bit at that, turning his head to see who was doing the grabbing.]

You know that's kind of dangerous to do in- [He pauses when he's suddenly being told to wait and then being questioned.] -here.

Yes, I am. [He vaguely remembers the face, but he doesn't know this person.] Though I don't normally do that while I'm in the armory. [He raises a brow curiously.] What do you need metal for?

[the_effect_she_has]

[... well, sometimes Katniss doesn't know her own strength.]

Ah, sorry. For the grabbing and the - yelling parts. I just ... just surprised.

[She tucked hair behind her ear, trying to get past her embarrassment. See this is why she didn't talk to people.]

Er, for traps. My cover is a hunter, for my next mission.

Library

[mythalenaste]

Pel is standing up for a short break from her research (mostly writing letters right now rather than actual research) when she notices the growing pile of crumpled papers on the floor. She approaches with arms folded.

"Everything all right?"

[el_tybs]

The voice manages to tear him away from staring at the page, blinking as he cranes his neck over his shoulder. Ah, it was Pel. "Still working on your research?"

Turning back around Sam gives a yawn, raising his arms over then behind his head and giving a long stretch. He's suddenly feeling how long he'd been bent over the table trying to put words to parchment. "Yes. Maybe. I'm not sure..." He gives Pel a sheepish grin as he turns in his chair to better face her and put his legs out. "Not having much luck writing a letter is all."

[mythalenaste]

"We should switch. I write yours and you write mine. At this point I'm mostly copying what I've already written. Should be a nice change of pace."

She's not serious, though that's probably hard to tell until she says the next thing.

"Want to go for a walk? Stretch our legs?"

Library

[wontforgetyou]

The Library's one of the few places in Skyhold that Jamie doesn't normally go. It's not that he doesn't know how to read - he does - but what he knows how to read is a language that doesn't exist in this particular world. All the books here are a jumble to him, and without someone here to help him out with figuring out what all the little symbols mean, he's more or less been relying on using landmarks and such to get around.

However, since being allowed to join the Inquisition, he's figured he needs to try and start sorting the written language out, even if he's not looking forward to the notion of having to learn to read something new all over again. It's only been a few years since the last time, after all. But once he gets a notion in his head, he's stubborn enough to at least try to see it through, which is why he's in the Library now.

The scribbling and scratching noises coming from Sam's direction eventually wind up sparking his curiosity enough that he eventually looks up from his book to glance over in the direction of the writer. His book is upside down, but he doesn't even notice. The small wads of paper - well, that he notices. It's a familiar sight, and one that brings a small smile to his face, one that lingers a bit as he makes his way over to where Sam is, book still held upside down.

"So what problem are you trying to solve, then?"

[el_tybs]

It takes Sam a few moments to realize that someone was talking to him, ignoring the man a bit after the question, then slowly stopping when he notices a presence next to him. Looking up from the parchment he blinks, his eyes having gotten used to staring at something close up for a while now.

He doesn't know the man, but he has seen him around. At seeing the man smiling at him, he cannot help but give a small one of his own back. "How to put words onto paper. I'm having a right difficult time trying to come up with something. Did you need anything?" He hadn't disturbed anyone had he?

[wontforgetyou]

Strangely enough, being ignored for a little bit is familiar enough, too - although at least Sam does seem to realize he's being spoken with fairly quickly, and that means Jamie doesn't have to resort to what he usually has to do to get the Doctor's attention, which is tug on the Doctor's sleeve.

It does mean that his smile stretches a bit wider, and if Sam wants to take it as a friendly sign, well, he doesn't mind. It does turn into something a little more wry at the question, though, and he brings up his hand to scratch at the back of his head, a flicker of green from the shard visible for a moment.

"Ah, sorry. I'd not meant to disturb you. It's just all the papers reminded me of a friend of mine. When he's trying to figure out something the place usually winds up looking like this. Well, either that or he winds up writing all over the walls or the floor, but that's usually only when he's not got paper about. What part of it's got you stuck, anyway? Just what you want to say?"

gardens | magic lessons

[slaveking]

The wind rolls through the rambling bushes, tips through the jagged fringe of leaves along the branches. It's pleasant. No matter what dimension of reality you happen to be in, nature's got her familiar cadences and recognizable scents, crisp and new, minerals and the acid touch of broken grass blades. Marcel draws some vague comfort from it, even if he's spent the last few decades of his unlife very much an urban animal.

Magic, too, is familiar.

But it looks different, what the young mage is doing, compared to Davina's incantations and careful stillness. Sam moves, spins his hands. Doesn't seem to be speaking Latin. Marcel watches lights flash and Sam move briskly through another spell or something of the like, before finally bringing his palms together, one marking him a Rifter and the other smooth but for calluses. Clap clap clap, applause. "I can't say I know what you're trying to do, but from where I'm standing, that's fine work."

[el_tybs]

No, that wasn't right. He can feel the energy coming to his fingertips and for a few moments see the flash of electricity crawl over his fingers, but it ends there. He's practicing without a staff, but following through the motions as he tries to cast the magic.

He steps back, planning on starting over when he hears the clapping, his brows raising in curiosity. Letting his arms drop, Sam turns towards the sound, shocked, not by the fact that he's being watched, but because it's someone he does not know.

The man doesn't know what he's doing? A Rifter then, fresh from the one in the Mire. "You're not gaping like it's a completely new thing. I take it you know of magic then?"

[slaveking]

A Rifter. If Marcel's clothing isn't obvious, then probably the cadence of his speech is, something about the way he walks. But the grandeur and echo of his applause-- well. In every world you go to, you'll find people who tend to project an image considerably larger than themselves, and Marcel is one of those people. He got it from his sire. Fortunately, he tends to use it considerably less to rub in people's faces, and more to do what he is now.

Support and admire. Schmooze. "That's right," he says. "A witch used to call me friend because I helped her out of a jam with her family.

"She did a lot more talking when she cast her spells." His hands go in his pockets and he starts to cross into the garden, not sparing a second glance at the shabby bushes, the ivy raggedly vining the walls. Instead, he looks to Sam's hands-- no longer crackling with fierce energy, hopefully! and then he offers the mage. wizard. witch? a hand to shake. Incidentally, not the one that bears the incriminating mark. "Marcel Gerard. Nice to meet you."

library;

[foxsays]

Back at Skyhold means back to trying to learn more about Thedas so she doesn’t run the risk of sounding like an ignorant moron though she’d likely do better studying history or geography rather than reading a small volume written by a captain, more a person memoir rather than anything of substance, but it’s more interesting than the other tomes. She’s returning from a trip to the kitchens with a tray, Lux busy chewing on something when she spots Sam.

“You have the look of a serious man,” she says, gesturing to the paper on the floor with her foot, hands occupied. “What troubles you?”

[el_tybs]

It's more because he recognizes the voice that makes him stop writing. "I can't be a serious man?" he playfully asks before turning around in his chair to look at Araceli. "It's been-" The words falter off when Sam's eyes immediately zoom in on the fox. "Ah..."

After staring for a bit, Sam eventually raises a brow. It wasn't chewing on the pieces of paper was it? "Trouble-? Ah... I'm not having any luck writing a letter is all. There's a fox."

Armory

[samahl]

Cyril was dropping off some traps and arrows at the armory when he sees Sam. For a moment, he just watches the mage. He can't help but admire the way that Sam's muscles look while he works the forge. It's even worth the oppressive heat which makes him sweat a bit and smudges his eye make up just a bit.

Finally, when Sam seems like he's in a place where he can rest. "That seems like quite the work out..."

[el_tybs]

At hearing the voice, Sam shakes his head with a smile, setting his tools off to the side. Grabbing a towel, he turns around and raises a brow at Cyril. "It is," he confirms with a chuckle, wiping the sweat from his face. "You sound like you're interested to try."