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[ancarrow]

WHO: Eirlys and OPEN
WHAT: Bloomingtide catch-all
WHEN: Throughout Bloomingtide
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: No warnings inherent. Prose and brackets are both fine.

a) Healers' tents
It didn't take Eirlys long to settle herself in at the tents, and at the end of her first month back with the Inquisition she looks as though she's been there all her life. She tends patients with equal parts pragmatism and compassion, throwing herself into the care of illnesses and injuries she knows about and hanging back to observe when magic is required rather than simply potions and poultices. When it's quieter, she can be found sat cross-legged outside the tents with her mortar and pestle perched on top of a rock, chopping and crushing herbs, or inside scrubbing the beds and equipment clean.


b) Courtyard
Eirlys thinks back often to the day in the Hinterlands when a simple supply run had turned into a demon attack. It had been the second time a rift had opened right in front of her and both times she'd been powerless to do anything against them. Even though she knows she'll never be a powerful fighter in the front lines, she's very aware that a rift could open up any time, any place, and she needs to be prepared for that. She hovers around training and sparring sessions in the courtyard, watching intently from a distance and hoping she can pick up anything that might save her life.


c) Various quiet spots around Skyhold
She's stolen some paper, ink and a quill from one of the desks, hoping they won't be missed. Seating herself in a nook where she hopes she'll be ignored, she places a vial of elfroot in front of the paper, the name of the herb written on the label in Wellow's spidery handwriting. It's the only word she recognises, so it seems as good a place to start as any. Gripping the quill rather ungracefully in her fingers she tries to copy the word, but only succeeds in scrawling an inky line across the page. On her second attempt she gets to "elfr" before the nib of the quill snaps and her hand drops to the page, smearing ink across the paper and her skin. Her face burns red with her embarrassment and disgust at how she can't even do something that must be so simple and she screws the paper into a ball, hurling it across the room.


d) Wildcard!
Eirlys can most often be found at the healers' tents, the kitchen, and the Andrastian chapel. If you'd like a specific prompt for your character, please hit me up at viridianwings and I'll be happy to set something up!

Comments

C

[gatheringstorm]

Restless without Araceli and on her way to check on the most spoiled fox in Thedas, Korrin isn't paying as much attention to her surroundings as perhaps she should. Her thoughts are too clouded with worrying for her lady love, hoping she's well, anticipating the fond reunion when she returns. It seems unfair that various demands caused them to go their separate ways instead of sharing adventures side-by-side. But...soon. She'd hold onto that hope.

So, when the curled up paper ball smacks her in the shoulder, she's abruptly snapped back to the present. "Hey!" Startled, she glances around. "Andraste's ass, what the--Eirlys?"

B

[dragoon_pride]

Training is always Kain's regular occupation around Skyhold, and it's no different today. He's doing some combination of his usual route as well as the Reaver training that Asher has gotten him involved in. Sometimes, he's jumping impossibly high into the air, soaring above the training grounds. Other times, he's down on the ground, in an intense and close combat against any of the soldiers who happen to be there for sparring matches.

Eventually, he takes a break. It's not unusual to see others hanging around watching or waiting for their turn. He glances over at Eirlys. "Were you waiting for a sparring session?"

Closed to Ellana

[ancarrow]

She's been looking forward to the promise of Elvish lessons, but she's also a little daunted by the prospect. So little was known in the alienages, and Eirlys knew it would become her responsibility to pass on Ellana's tutoring to everyone back home, or at least those who wanted to learn rather than just see it as a closed chapter that no amount of hearkening back to will bring back, and that dwelling on will do nothing to help them day to day. She folds and unfolds her hands in her lap as she waits for Ellana to arrive, enjoying the cool shade of the tower they'd chosen to meet in, out of the way of the bustle of Skyhold.

A

[amygdalae]

Bruce had seen her around, though with recent events happening he hadn't quite been able to find the time to talk to her. But at least the illness was dying down now that the source had been found and resolved and things weren't quite as hectic as they had been.

He comes over to see her while she's busy with her mortar and pestle, bringing with him a small handful of herbs from the garden that he places down as a gift, of sorts. "It's good to see you back again."

a!

[parkourprince]

Soon, in the mouth of an elf — or at least, of an elf of Arda, did not always mean the same thing it did in the mouth of mortals. Months could pass, and it would still be soon, or relatively so anyway. Legolas, at least, tried to be a bit more mindful of the passage of time of mortals, having spent quite some time among them. So it wasn't months later, that he tried to seek out Eirlys, but only a couple of weeks. At the very least, he was settled, and he had his routines and sleep, as such, figured out, so it was at long last a good time for it.

He came back the healer's tents, asking about Eirlys. First person already managed to give him directions where to go, and that was where he headed. Catching the sight of her, he smiled, "Greetings, Eirlys. I hope I find you in good health and with time at your disposal?"