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faderift2016-06-08 10:04 pm
truestheart) wrote in faderift2016-06-08 10:04 pm
Open! Operation Swan Song
WHO: Henry Swan and you!
WHAT: Henry is getting use to Skyhold.
WHEN: After his arrival and then the rest of the week
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Unless speeches about hope require warnings there will likely be some
WHAT: Henry is getting use to Skyhold.
WHEN: After his arrival and then the rest of the week
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Unless speeches about hope require warnings there will likely be some
Library
Henry has been getting use to Skyhold since his arrival. Being fed, finally cleaning his clothes (even if they were edging on the side of raggedy) and finally be able to clean were bonuses, but the best part? Books. A library full of books. Sure, it couldn't beat the White Spire's collection but having spent months in the wilderness? This was good enough for him.
Henry came early in the morning, while no one was around to at least get the best pick of the selection here. He's cornered himself off at one of the tables with two very large stacks of books sitting at the end of the table. He goes through each one hungrily, smelling the page and written word as he absorbs the knowledge and stories inside. As the day goes, Henry continues to be far too engrossed in his reading as more people come in. His stacks still not having much of a dent in them, but a few of the tomes have been finished.
When he finishes one (The Dasher's Men by Varric Tathras) he means to put it in his finished pile. That is until he bumps the stack by mistake and all those books go tumbling to the floor.
"Damn," He mutters and slides the book he holds onto the table, now beginning what would look like a mess of fifty two pick up with novels. He has to check them over though as he picks up each one, has to make sure they weren't damaged. What a waste that would be.
Stables
He always had a fondness for horses. Before being taken to the circle he always wanted to ride one back at his family's estate. His father always told him his horse would let him know when it was ready to be ridden. When Henry often asked what that meant but his father never really told him. He supposed it was just a father thing to do. Be a giant, cryptic dork.
But, that never came to be. Taken to the circle at seven leaves a boy without a lot of experiences. He'd seen horses from the window of his room at the circle or when he was on the road, but he never had chance to get so close to one. Couldn't have any detours if he and Fredrick were to get to the Free Marches...
But that plan went out the window awhile ago.
For now, he's up close to one of the horses. It's a very dark, chestnut color, it's head poking out from the opening in it's pen. Henry's off to the side, arms resting on the wooden wall, every now and then reaching out to stroke the horse's side.
"So, will you tell me when I'm ready to ride you? Or do we have to stand like this for hours?"
Maybe talk to the strange boy looking at the horses or pull him away. He can't be up to anything good can he?
Courtyard
Henry is sitting on on one of the fences off to the side. He just seems to watch some of the soldiers doing their daily routine of training. He's pretty transfixed as he watches the swords clash against one another. He wishes he could take one up, start practicing on his own while the soldiers run their drills. But, he holds back, since that might disturb them and land him in unwanted trouble. Sitting and watching is always a good past time is it not?
Later, however, it looks like the soldiers take something of a long break. No body was around and from the looks of it, one of the soldiers foolishly left one of their blade's behind. Henry sits there for a long moment. Looking left, looking right and it looked like really NO ONE was around currently.
Sense not withstanding, he gets up from his spot and hurries over to circle and picks up the sword. There's a smirk on his face as he lifts the blade to eye level and now he's just making some fairly slow swings at the air. The blade's heavy but he's being as careful as he can. So, no big deal, right?
Healing tents
Henry is still only an apprentice and while he is capable of fixing wounds it wouldn't be a good idea quite yet to set him upon the injured. For now he's more of a glorified delievery person. Not that he minds all that much. Here and there he helps mend a few non lethal wounds, but otherwise he's running around the tents dropping off supplies.
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She looked at him, and nodded her head once more, a quieter sort of smile taking over her face. "Exactly so. We're all pitching in, to help save the world we all live in. I suppose in that way, it makes us all some kind of Warden, doesn't it?"
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Her logic of the situation does make him smile a little it. Okay, so maybe it's not the same as being a GREY Warden but it was similar, he supposes. "Guess you'd be right on that count. But, it's not like the Inquisition was well known about being wardens of the world before all of this. You all slay archdemons and battle darkspawn," though maybe he would be selling the Inquisition short if he blathered on about how great the wardens were.
"But, have to admit the Inquisition has accomplished a lot of great things. Mages and templars working together? And no ones losing their heads about equal freedom? It's almost like a dream."
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"That's true. In fact their history was a little more... ah, sorted." Her smile became crooked, and a little sad, "But so is the Wardens. We cannot judge the actions of the brave against the actions of the mad, even if they are part of the same group."
Something she had to keep reminding herself of. She nodded her head in agreement though. "No one did - but they made it happen. They shall do much more."
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Sorted history? He looks a little confused. He never read anything about the Inquisition before this. Had there already been one? Hm, he'll have to look through the library on that bit. However he has a feeling he knows what she means. News had sort of spread about Adamant and well... maybe he should ask. "You mean like Adamant?" Yeah, that was definitely a very big black spot in a whole lot of good.
Still, he hopes the Inquisition will continue to focus on what's right. They have so far.
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She nodded her head at that, her expression serious. "We falter, we're human. We let fear overwhelm us, just like everyone else. What is important is what you do after you are afraid, and you make a mistake. If you are brave enough to apologize, and ... honestly, make up for it."