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]

One day we will have rooms enough and you are getting a proper bed, Bruce.

[ One day- some day. Not anytime soon with how renovations have been going, but eventually. Healers deserve a good rest. She sets her staff aside and settles on the bedroll, curling up in her cloak, hair still pinned, arms tucked tight around her ribs. Making herself as small as possible- either out of habit or out of chill, she can't quite say. ]

[amygdalae]

One day.

[His response is mostly indulgent, for Adelaide's own peace of mind because Bruce doubts he'll ever let himself take something that good. He's not one to really allow himself any sort of real creature comforts - not even a blanket, which while is of no concern to him doesn't exactly say the same for her.

He ponders for a moment before he shuffles around his tent, only taking a bit before he manages to get out his old travelling cloak. It's clearly very old and worn, but it serves its purpose and he brings it over to Adelaide, placing it over her and the bedroll without a word.]

[fleurdesel]

[ It does not take much more for her to drift to sleep, huddling comfortably under the cloak, fingers tangled in the hem. Like this some of the years slip away, but none of the tension. Sleep has never been truly restful- less so after drinking.

It is what it is. The morning? Shall be worse. ]