Parkour!

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli Bonaventura; open
WHAT: Climbing lesson 1: falling without breaking your neck
WHEN: After the wake; lessons can be picked up whenever
WHERE: Stables and that crumbling chunk of the battlements next to them
NOTES: lessons offered

prepwork;
A distinct advantage to her home is that when she taught herself, she had plenty of deep water to land in.  Skyhold has snow but until she has to, she's not going to go prowling the mountains in a hurry.  Skyhold does have plenty of straw from the stables and after a few tests, it's entirely sufficient to her needs and so armed with a rake, she gathers it into piles because whatever, her needs are greater and the horses can get it back later.  Anyone showing up early will have their attire inspected and be told to do a few stretches.  If demonstrations are truly needed, this is the time to ask.

falling!  (with style);
The roof of the stables themselves are low enough that it would take an exceptionally bad fall to cause an injury so that's where she bases the lesson, a ladder handily placed to help less confident climbers up and she talks them through it, the importance of breathing, of relaxing stressed several times.  The instructions are usually to stand on the edge of the roof, take a deep breath and allow her to give them a quick shove as they spread their arms and go as limp as possible to land in the straw but for those a little more confident and with at least some skill in climbing, there's the stables and hayloft to climb then up to the battlements, ropes helpfully attached because she has absolutely no desire to see someone injured in her first few days here.  Her instructions are clear, emphasis on not rushing, on looking for where your hand has to go next, to use the legs.

Everyday is leg day if it's parkour day.

warm down;
The lesson might be over but she won't let people leave without some cursory stretching at least.  They're cautioned about some stiffness the next day or so before she starts tidying up the straw into the proper place, happy enough to chat away or answer questions; if someone is willing to help clear up then she'll be in their debt because who enjoys dealing with straw, no one that's who.

Comments

[foxsays]

"A wonder this Qun hasn't torn itself apart. Sooner or later, people are free. It's why it's best to be born with it - not too much that you think yourself above all things but not so little that you don't actually know what to do with it. Then, there's a reason Castileos is known as 'permissive'." A huge roll of the eyes accompanies all of that, her mouth twisting into a sour grimace because heaven forbid they have some fun in their lives and think that a bit of piracy and prostitution never hurt anyone.

[gatheringstorm]

That gets her to chuckle and she shrugs, unable to disagree with any of that. "Hey, you're preaching to the choir here. I don't get how the Qun has lasted so long, but it's at least a few centuries old and it took several campaigns to drive them back when they first invaded. My parents seem certain they'll try again, too. Some non-qunari even convert--mostly elves, I think. They get treated like trash by the humans and seek an escape from that. But it costs them their freedom instead."

[foxsays]

“That’s what I like about Zimevur - they invaded Estene and Ebeos, made their skirmishes into Corundus and came to Castileos - Albas is so cold who would bother trying to steal an ice country? - and of course every ship can defend us and we could get supplies in and goods out despite the blockade. Then when more ships of ours returned we crushed their fleet, chased them home and all the rulers stood in the palace of Zimevur to draw up the first accords.” Of course a tension still exists but there’s no living memory of war, no true scars anywhere else beyond Zimevur and they chose to isolate themselves and do only as required. “Why go again and again, people are going to remember and there’s going to be resistance, surely, when others know they won’t get even a scrap of freedom? It’s sad that anyone can be treated so badly that they would voluntarily look for a life like the Qun.”

She takes people as she finds them; pleasant first unless something makes her suspicious, fetching herself unless she doesn’t know where the hell a thing is.