Let No Soul Hunger For Justice: Nothing But The Truth

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Adelaide, Alistair, Anders, Bethany, Nathaniel, Varric, Vasran, Velanna
WHAT: The Second Ritual
WHEN: 10th of Bloomingtide (May 10th)
WHERE: half an hour outside of Skyhold
NOTES: Plotting post.

They've kept to the same clearing as the last, because the location's good. Far enough away that no one could stumble upon them by accident, near enough in case something went seriously wrong, it works.

He has scarcely more hope this time than he did the last, but at least there's no singing involved. This can't go as strangely. In theory.

Comments

[fleurdesel]

It might have worked, the longer game. If not for... [ She waves a hand vaguely.

If not for everything.

If not for every possible thing that might have gone wrong to have gone wrong in roughly the same year. ]

Have any of us? We do what we think will be enough and more often than not, it is sufficient. It is inevitable that a time will come when we do not offer all we can simply because we are unaccustomed to having to do so, or we misread the situation, or it is beyond all saving. I loose sleep less often over the Spire, now, but I will always wonder if more of my students would have survived if I had not spent the past three years arguing against such a tight focus on offensive magic. We weren't at war, there was not blight on the horizon- there was no reason for it.

[ And then, suddenly, there was a need for those skills. ]

...Compassion is aware of the ache. I thought it was bruising. We do not- we are not often aware of pain that is more than physical, for that is our focus. Because that is something I can heal. This is... [ She shakes her head, turning her eyes away from Leliana for a moment, staring into her wine instead. ] Something I cannot fix and it vexes me.

[fightingale]

( Literally everything. 9:40-1 Dragon, wtf has been going on.)

That is true. That does not mean I must excuse myself my own shortcomings. ( Still, she must say: ) I am sorry about your students.

( Compassion is rude as hell, tbqh.
When Leliana speaks her voice is very quiet. )

I would kindly request that Compassion spare you knowledge of those particular aches. They are not for public consumption, and there is no need to vex yourself on account of such things.

( She straightens her back, glancing back the way she came. It is not a retreat, it is a... timely exit in order to see to her work, necessary before the prodding of Compassion came along. ) I have distracted you from your work overlong, already. Do you have need of anything? I can see to it that someone attends you.

[fleurdesel]

I did not intend- when we are unable to help in the way we want- if I lose a patient to injury or plague, they become distressed and wish to seek out more ways to fulfill their purpose. Down here-

[ She flicks a hand at the Vault, far from anyone else in Skyhold at the moment for no one truly had business in the cool room. ]

There is no one to focus on but myself, and I can ignore them. I am sorry to have breached your privacy in such a way- it is one of the worst things a healer can do.

[fightingale]

You have breached nothing.

( Quietly, softly. )

It takes more than the speculation of spirits to disturb me, I promise you. Please don't be distressed.

[fleurdesel]

I do not like the idea of unsettling those that I hold in high esteem. You've done much to help when you have had every reason not to trust me in this and I am still mortified over what happened last time.

Even though I found your voice remarkable.

And wish I had a chance to hear it more often.

[fightingale]

( Leliana just-- stands there for a moment, uncertain quite what response she wants to offer. )

Flatterer.

( A brief moment of humour, dry as it is. )

I will serenade you at the next opportunity, you have my word.

( For the given value of what a spy's word is worth, but you know. Stuff. ) Good day, Councilor.

[fleurdesel]

It is not flattery if it is true.

[ Even if she looks as though she'd rather melt into the stone- ignore the blushing, Leliana, please. ]

I- good day, Sister Nightingale.