lost myself and I am nowhere to be found

[fightingale]

WHO: catch-all for Leliana, Ruby & Herc
WHAT: all sorts! some open prompts for each, as well as closed starters.
WHEN: throughout Bloomingtide
WHERE: various
NOTES: Depression, discussion of death, alcohol, potential violence, others to be added as necessary. If we're threading and something comes up in a tag, feel free to add a warning to the subject line.

Starters in the comments! If you'd like a personalised thing then just prod me via pp (@karmacharging) or pm and I will whip something up C:

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[fightingale]

Mental note: get a scout to bring downa mirror so Shale can better admire the shoes.

"Careful, Shale. First you approve of the shoes, next you will find yourself cooing to my ravens."

Now that would be a sight to see.

Teasing aside, Leliana nods. "You are very welcome, Stone Sister. I am sorry they were so long overdue."

[dwarfing]

Yes please. A big one, so they can see how nicely that leather hugs the huge stone toes. It's all pretty ridiculous, but Shale is happier than they had really expected to be.

Maybe it was just the reminder of the old days.

At her joke, however, the golem makes a disgusted and mildly horrified face. "I would rather kiss the Painted Elf than do anything to its ravens."

Still. There's a heavy, strong hand briefly touching Leliana's shoulder before the golem starts walking off down the courtyard... possibly showing off their shoes. Maybe.

[fightingale]

"Just give me time."

Shale's looks of disgust are, truth be told, amongst her favourite memories of the Blight. The bickering the golem could inspire, even from Wynne - it was inspirational, really.

The hand on her shoulder is worth it, and for a moment Leliana feels as if some of the years lift from her - the whimsy of the moment, the gentle contact from someone so gifted as guarding and maiming, and memories that well.

It falls away again, and her smile does not fade, but it is not quite so free as it was.

As Shale walks, so does Leliana, moving back to her shadows and her tower and her birds, but at least she has delivered one thing today that was not ominous.