[Open] I'm a diamond in the rough

[unharrowed]

WHO: Vasran and You
WHAT: Getting herself established, relaxing in the springs
WHEN: Late Wintermarch
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: See Vasran's info post to get an idea of her, if you'd like to do so before tagging in

Courtyard

The robes she wears are not new -- those who know such things may recognize them as robes of a Ferelden Circle apprentice -- but they have been recently cleaned. One of the first things Vasran did upon her arrival was find the laundry. She is ready to be recognized as a mage again.

Now she only needs to know where to go. She has heard a few various things about the organization or lack thereof regarding both mages and templars in Skyhold. Perhaps with a little bit more prodding, she'll be able to hunt down the proper authority who can put her to use.

"Excuse me," she says, placing a couple of light fingers on the arm of a passer-by. "I was wondering if you could tell me something."

Hot Springs

There is one luxury Vasran has long gone without, having spent the better part of the last year in the wilderness: Bathing. Bathing that happens somewhere other than a freezing stream or lukewarm pond. Bathing in actually heated water.

The area still being rather public, she strips only as far as her smallclothes before sinking into the steaming spring. She immerses herself nearly up to her nose, leaving just enough room between her nostrils and the water's surface for her to breathe, and closes her eyes, letting the warmth seep into her skin. Her Circle robes lie folded in the changing area near the pool's edge.

Vasran sighs, contended, and only opens her eyes when she hears someone approaching, or feels the water's surface ripple.

Comments

[tactical_alert]

Seeker Malcolm has since sorted his horse and his things in a brusque, busy blur. Much to do, after all, and much to catch up on. So it's good to see the familiar face, even if it's only an extremely recent one. "Ah, you are looking well, Vasran," he greets with a ghost of a smile, shallow and fleeting but there all the same. "I see you're already making strides as far as identity. Better than the ragged-looking soul sneaking coin out of purses."

[unharrowed]

Seeing the Seeker again sets off an odd pang of familiarity and embarrassment. Vsaran was glad for his companionship on the road, not to mention the fact that he facilitated her connection with the Inquisition — but he also is one of the few to have known her at what was, so far, her lowest point.

At least now she has a chance to make up for that now.

"With respect, Ser. The girl you met in Redcliffe isn't someone I ever aspired to be."

[tactical_alert]

"I should hope not," he says earnestly. "Few who end up on those paths have done so with the deliberate intention to do so."

Some would disagree. Some have viewpoints much stricter, narrower than his own. While still a choice in the end, all outcomes have circumstances that influence, and it's unwise to forget that. Maker forbid anyone tell that to the Templars, of course. "Have you found a niche to fill, hm? Or are you still feeling out your place in the Inquisition? There's much to take in."

[unharrowed]

Much to take in, but one can overlook the vast majority of it, if one is focused enough.

"I'm hoping whoever is in charge of the mages will have a place for me," she says, casting a look around the courtyard. "It already feels good, being able to be honest about what I am again."

[tactical_alert]

"You may yet have your voice heard in the world." Imagine that. Mages don't get much voice outside of Circles, after all, and now there's a tentative council that might help decide the fate of mages the world over once the Inquisition has settled things. However long that might be. He has no delusions about how long that may yet be.

"Just don't go about harassing the Templars," he says in jest. Jest that he's serious about, but mages in general should (should) know better.

[unharrowed]

"But it's so much fun." Her tone is joking, pouting, though not as spirited as it might have been a couple of years earlier: back when she was a sheltered apprentice who liked to flirt with the Templars and make them blush. All in good humor.

There's less of that to be found, these days.

[tactical_alert]

"Now now. Wouldn't want to cause a commotion. There's already so much of it in Skyhold." They both know it's much more than that, but a joke is a joke with no harm done. "I would hate to have to be summoned to break up a spat like that."