The number of reasons Ariadne loved the courtyard were almost as infinite as the stars. She loved being able to climb up into the high places. The trees reminded her of home. She loved being able to work her fingers through the earth, when the day had managed to vex her.

And she loved to see the many faces of Skyhold as they passed through.

Every single person had a different reason for coming to the courtyard. Sometimes, Ariadne made a game of guessing.

Other times, she figured the direct approach was best.

She was sitting in a tree, carving herself a flute with a pilfered kitchen knife when she spotted him. Oddly enough, it wasn't his scent or the fact that he had a cat on his shoulder that caught her attention. It was the way that other people were looking at him. This was someone of import, but just why, Ariadne couldn't say.

Direct approach, she supposed. And she dropped down from her branch onto the bench. "Hello."