Ariadne never felt more comfortable in Skyhold than when she was in the courtyards. It wasn't home. It would never be home. But when she was among flowering things, when she could sink her fingers into the soil, when she could breathe in the familiar scents of chlorophyll and bark...well. At least then she didn't feel quite so far away from her past.
Another land entirely.
But more importantly, the courtyards were the best of places to watch life happen. She loved to see the children playing make-believe, the soldiers escaping the hard realities of a world at war for a few minutes.
And almost inevitably, new people with new scents and new stories would find their way to the courtyards.
For instance, the archer she noticed practicing by herself. As Ariadne aerated the soil, she found herself watching. And in between rounds, as the woman was collecting her arrows, she called out in a light, ethereal voice, "You're very good."
Courtyard
Another land entirely.
But more importantly, the courtyards were the best of places to watch life happen. She loved to see the children playing make-believe, the soldiers escaping the hard realities of a world at war for a few minutes.
And almost inevitably, new people with new scents and new stories would find their way to the courtyards.
For instance, the archer she noticed practicing by herself. As Ariadne aerated the soil, she found herself watching. And in between rounds, as the woman was collecting her arrows, she called out in a light, ethereal voice, "You're very good."