OPEN - Yes, we should like to see a burning-bush-type sign

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel Ashara and YOU.
WHAT: Blowing off steam after the emergency Council session.
WHEN: Backdated about two weeks to the IC Council vote.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Will update. There are a few starters in here.

Naturally, it's been a rough day. Naturally, half the Council thought the resolution went too far and the other half thought it didn't go far enough. Naturally, Pel is exhausted and frustrated, though overall glad that the Council passed something. She's going to avoid thinking about the next resolution she'll eventually have to write, whatever that will be, for the rest of the night. She's going to try to forget the Council exists and she is a part of it.

1

The first place Pel goes is the tavern. She needs a strong, strong drink. In fact, anyone who knows her (or can see how small she is) might be alarmed when she orders a glass of whiskey and downs it in one forced, gagging swallow.

2

After such a long time spent shut inside, Pel is out under the stars, wrapped up in blankets and sipping a mug of mulled wine. Her feet are tucked under her, her back resting against a tree in the courtyard, her head occasionally nodding.

3

A tiny elf is curled up in a shadowed nook of the courtyard, sleeping soundly, wrapped in a cloak and blankets. She looks pale and cold, tense even as she sleeps.

Comments

[fortheloveoffalondin]

Without the presence of Pel's mercenary there in the bar, the next best thing is Salem's appearance there at her side, belly-up to the bar. He isn't drinking anything yet, but that will soon change.

"Try this." A glass is slid over to her, gently steaming as if its been warmed, and as soon as it hits the tongue it's like fire, but it goes down with only a subtle burn and an aftertaste like honey; a sort of Avvar drink that he'd only recently figured out the bar here stocked, that he'd been made to drink on a dare when he was younger.

[mythalenaste]

How strange and backward, like whiskey in reverse. She takes two gulps before reacting to know how to react.

"I like it," she decides, and keeps the cup. "They passed my resolution."

[fortheloveoffalondin]

Salem takes a moment to order another glass for himself, then on a second thought, one more for Pel.

"Huzzah for you. Right?" Salem generally keeps out of mages' affairs, knowing he's not really qualified to give much by way of input on such things, being neither a mage nor a Templar.

[mythalenaste]

"Huzzah for us, not for me. We're governing ourselves."

[fortheloveoffalondin]

"Oh! That's excellent," Salem agreed, brightening up considerably and raising his cup in a toast. "You'll actually be safe to practice as you like within reason, right? Please tell me you'll have others there to watch over you all. Would rather you all didn't take unnecessary risks." After all, he considered some of the other mages here his friends, and that wasn't even counting how he felt about Pel herself.