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WHO: Anders and OPEN
WHAT: The last open log with J!Anders before Justice is gone
WHEN: Mid-Justinian, from around the 8th to the 15th
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Anders, as usual. Prose or brackets work, I've just started everything in prose because that's less html I can screw up.

Healing Tents

Anders (and kitten) are constant sights in the healing tents in Skyhold from morning until evening. One of them works. One of them prefers to play, and is currently most fascinated by a slowly-unraveling string from a scrap of cloth that the larger of the two made sure was dangling down to draw attention.

"Watch the cat," is the warning someone coming in gets first, before being nodded toward the nearest table right away whether they've got a visible injury or not. That they're here for medical reasons is the safest assumption.

Library

He can be found here an early evening, paging through older books with a few pieces of parchment next to him where he's taking notes. Or hoping to. The top page is mostly blank, though, and Anders is frowning as he closes one book and pulls another off one of the few stacks he's made around himself.

People walking past don't even get glances, he's busy and he doesn't care if there are glares shot in his direction right now. People who stop get a glance up with a raised eyebrow and neutral-as-he-can-make-it expression.

Training Circle

It's early. Ridiculously early, early enough to be considered late the next day and that's why he's here now, working with his staff against a dummy. An opponent would be better, but few are here at this hour, and no one who was there when he arrived is someone he'd trust to work instead of actually attack. That being said, for once he's not seemingly radiating irritation and aggravation and he's even looking over as other people start to show up. He could use a hand and he knows it.

Hot Springs

He enters a little hastily, freezing after sweating in the cold and needing to get ready to head into the healing tents. There's not a lot of time to linger. ...but that thought fades away once he's fully in the water. It's so warm that he's sinking in to his chin almost right away, and really only leaving his face above water so he can keep an eye on Purrelden as the kitten chases a beetle.

Courtyard

Not since his Detlef days has he actually sat out here for a time. Dinner tonight is a simple affair, a few strips of meat washed down with a weak excuse for ale along with some a handful of fruit and nuts, but it seems better out here in the open air. People passing by get a nod whether they look at him with a smile or a scowl; he's actually not in a mood to fight right now. In a week's time he might be dead, he might be entirely without hope of having his head to himself again, or he might be alone in his head. It's an odd feeling, and the chill breeze and stars seem perfectly suited for it. There's room on the bench to join him, a cat on his shoulder, and he's... at peace.

[For Cole]

Since River and Simon's disappearance, Anders has been looking out for glances of Cole more often, just... checking on the boy. He's worried about River, and while she and Cole aren't exactly the same, thinking of one brings the other to mind often. Popping up to the third floor of the tavern one evening bears fruit and Anders smiles as he heads over to join Cole.

"Hello. I... I realize I've not actually thought of what to say when I do run into you. You're doing well?"

[For Zevran]

This speech, however, he's practiced repeatedly, and as Anders knocks on Zevran's door with a package in hand, there's a whole lot of amusement in his voice.

"Zevran? I know you said not to bring back a cow, but..."

[For Nate]

It's ridiculous. It's ridiculous, and potentially useless, and there's not a chance that Nate will hate the wriggling animal in Anders' arms because Nate is Fereldan. In fact, he'll probably love it. Anders is counting on that. He hadn't exactly been counting on Purrelden being confused, though, so the cat on his head digging small claws in as she struggles to stay perched and far away from the tiny confusing barking thing is not something he'd been prepared for. Anders ducks into their tent awkwardly, hoping Nate's in there and talking without even looking.

"A little help, please?"

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That hasn't stopped all that many, which puts her above those who rush to judge in his mind. He looked up and studied her for a moment before slowly nodding thanks to her.

"In that case, you may continue to hold and pet Purrelden. She seems to like you anyway. Not like she's exactly picky, but she doesn't always go to someone so easily." His voice is fond as he speaks of Purrelden, playing with her hind paw and getting a playful bat back.

"Animals like me," she said absently, pleased by his response. It seemed that Anders must have been very, very lonely. Which could be sad. And Ariadne hated to see anyone sad.

She continued to shower the cat with scritches and pets.

But she looked up thoughtfully at Anders. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm just wondering...if you did those things and people are judging you harshly for it, how it is that you're in the Inquisition?"

"That may be one of the most common questions I've heard." Anders shrugs as it to make it seem like a little thing.

"When I went to turn myself in, someone intervened and gave me a chance at a life. He spoke for me, pointed out that Hawke had judged me and released me already, and that I was a Warden and should serve with the Grey Wardens again. ...And then he spoke for me as a person, too, and the lead Warden decided to take a risk."

Ariadne wrinkled her nose. "I hate asking common questions," she said, "I apologize for that."

The thing of it was, Ariadne normally didn't need to ask common questions. She had such fine instincts and she was such a skilled spy that she could usually sort out the obvious things for herself.

This was a plain reminder that there would be no more 'obvious' things. Not while she was here.

She nodded slightly. "In my opinion, most risks are always worth taking. And you seen like a very nice person."

He waves off her apology. It hadn't been an offensive question, nor had it been asked in an angry way. It was fine. The rest gets a half-smile from him.

"I like to think his risk is paying off. I've at least helped out a great deal. And I'm... working on the nice part. It's a great deal easier when someone talks with me rather than being angry the first time we've met. There are many people with only a fragment of the story who believe they have the whole of it and the justification for anger. I'm not nice when dealing with them. At all. This? It's nice. Common questions and all."

"Well, I pride myself on being very nice," she said, straightening her spine a little bit. It was Ariadne's trademark, really. Endlessly polite and aggressively optimistic. It made her quite the oddity. Throw in the fact that she was Alastrian and, well...

But no one knew that. It wasn't safe for people to know that. Back home, anyway. Here, she wasn't sure what people would think.

More probabilities she couldn't see.

"It's much easier, I think. Being nice. People were meant to be that way. We were meant to help each other."

"Is that what your peoples' religion teaches?" He shakes his head. "I wish ours did. Things would be so much better if people believed they were meant to be kind and help each other rather than believed a couple of groups of people were lesser and must be looked down upon."

The more he hears of other places, the more he thinks Thedas is one of the worse ones out there.

Ariadne shook her head slightly. The Dragian faith her mother espoused believed in the necessary balance of light and dark, something Ariadne found a little bit repugnant. She didn't like the idea of believing that good couldn't exist without evil.

And she and her mother had had many shouting matches to that effect.

"Not a religion," she replied. "Just something I believe." A pause. "You can call me a fool if you like. Everyone else does."

"I'll not call you fool. I'll simply wish that more felt that way. It's... rare." Being nice didn't give one power, generally, and so much of Thedas was fixated on power, on keeping people down so they could climb those bodies to the top.

"But maybe Thedas can start to change there too. It has a great many changes to make as it is. Surely one more can fit into place. Maybe. I don't know. Hope is a very difficult thing, or so I find."

"My aunt often says that nothing worth doing is ever easy," Ariadne replied, pleased that she hadn't been called a fool. Again. "The more impossible something seems, the more important it probably is. I just...I wish I could help. But you're one of the few people in any universe who's ever taken me seriously."

At least, she was reasonably sure he wasn't making some kind of joke at her expense.

But who knew?

"There's an interesting mix of people here. You might find more than you think will be friendly if you continue to act as you believe. Everyone could use help from time to time."

Not everyone deserves it, in his opinion. But no one has things completely under their control. Like cats. Purrelden's decided that she's done being petted and wiggles to try to get free. Anders gently scoops her up and places a kiss on the top of her head.

"And it looks like she could use some help getting somewhere she's allowed to run around. Airy, yes? Let's talk again sometime, if you please." He'd like it, at least, but it depends on her... and it depends on him surviving this month. He may not.

Ariadne smiled. "I would like that very much." Anders was so different from all of the other natives she'd met. Aside from Cole, maybe. But Cole was an exception to almost every rule she knew.

She shrugged. "I'm not hard to find. I'm usually in one of the courtyards. And if you really have a hard time of it, just ask Katniss Everdeen. She'll usually have the best idea of where to find me."

He smiled and nodded, rubbing behind Purrelden's ears. "It's been lovely, Airy, and I'll keep that in mind." Family, clearly, with the shared name. He's a little jealous, but at least he's found family here. That had once seemed an impossibility.

"Until next time." And then he's walking off, hefting Purrelden up and baby-talking to her on the way to the garden.

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