dressmaking: (Default)
Lacey Harwood ([personal profile] dressmaking) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-03-26 01:45 am

( open ) one of these days letters are gonna fall from the sky

WHO: Lacey Harwood and you!
WHAT: Learning her way around.
WHEN: Through the end of Drakonis.
WHERE: Various locations around Skyhold.
NOTES: None! Come say hi.




Library
One of the first places Lacey goes is the library, once she hears that there is one and finds out where it is. It's occurred to her quickly that she needs to orient herself in this strange place — that she's not yet totally convinced isn't some illusion created by the Capitol, but she should probably play along just to be safe — and since she doesn't yet know whom she can trust enough to talk to, if anyone, she may as well consult a book or two.

Which is where one might find her, starting in on a thick volume that appears to be about the history of the Chantry and looking more and more confused with each passing second. There are a handful of others on various other topics sitting on the table next to her, a couple of which she's already tried to read and found she couldn't; looking at the books' spines, they're in Orlesian and Nevarran. Language barriers aren't really a thing she's ever had occasion to encounter before. Even people in the Capitol with their bizarre accents speak the same language as people in the districts.

This one she can read, but the topic is... not so easily understood. Another thing that doesn't really exist in Panem: organized religion.


Garden
Later, Lacey takes another walk around the fortress and stumbles upon the garden. Even after having been in the Capitol, which isn't short on public parks, seeing dedicated green space is still a bit of a novelty to her, the woman from District 8 who only ever sees green growing things at home when she's looking at the neat lawns in front of the houses in the Victors' Village. This isn't like any of the parks in the Capitol, either; it seems more... wild, somehow. Clearly a space intended for people to be in and tend to, but not so neat and clean and perfectly ordered. If anything, that makes it more interesting, not less.

Careful not to disturb anyone who might be tending to the plants, she steps into the garden quietly to take a look around, pausing near a flowering bush briefly and leaning down to sniff the blossoms.


Battlements
At some point, Lacey climbs up to the battlements, where the air is crisper and colder — though that hardly bothers her; winters in Eight aren't exactly what one would call warm. Aside from a couple of passing guards on patrol, there's no one else up here for now, and she leans her hands on the parapet and just breathes. To say the mountain view is striking is a vast understatement. She can almost, almost believe this is real, that she's not in Panem but instead in some other world entirely.

But she's still waiting. Waiting for Snow or the Gamemakers to shatter the illusion. They've always been told there is nothing else outside of Panem, not anymore. The idea that this is another world entirely is so unbelievable as to be totally absurd.

(The hope, though — that doesn't go away so easily.)


serannas: serious (lathbora viran)

library

[personal profile] serannas 2016-03-26 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Now there's an expression that's graced Ellana's face plenty of times as well. Plenty of what she reads in the library has confused her and it's taken time and cross-referencing to work it all out. She doesn't want to be rude and just come up to stare at the woman's book, so she comes to the opposite side of the table and gently clears her throat to announce her presence.

"Not very clear, is it? I find a lot of books here aren't written with a wide audience in mind."
serannas: serious (atisha)

[personal profile] serannas 2016-03-28 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Ellana likes getting to welcome rifters and help them settle. Part of it has to do with the fact that they don't see an elf and automatically hate them, so she isn't afraid to approach. She nods as her eyes check out Lacey's hand, knowing she must feel so confused by Thedas history.

"Is it something you'd like help with? I can't say I know everything about my world, but I'll tell you what I know."
serannas: serious (lethallan)

[personal profile] serannas 2016-03-30 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Ellana takes a seat across from Lacey and lifts an eyebrow. Well, it seems she's studying the one topic Ellana knows the least about. Even though she's read a great deal since arriving at Skyhold, Ellana has only gotten glimpses of the Chantry through her readings of other topics. And of course she grew up on tales of the horrors of the Exalted Marches the Chantry set out against the elves.

"I'm afraid my education is lacking there. We Dalish elves worship our own gods, not the Maker as the Chantry does. I can tell you some things, but others can give you more. A Chantry sister will talk your ear off, and give you a very biased account. The average Andrastian may be a bit more balanced."

Her eyes drift to the stack of books before back at the woman.

"My name is Ellana, by the way."
serannas: worried (ellasin selah)

[personal profile] serannas 2016-04-13 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, the Evanuris, or the Creators. Gods and goddesses who shaped the world and helped the elven people in the ancient days, before they were lost to us." Her voice holds a hint of sadness to it. What wonders would the world have now if the Creators weren't locked away?