[OPEN] I live my life in shackles but I'm borderline free

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WHO: Fenris and Anyone
WHAT: A starter open log to get stuff going with folks? Bear with me, please!
WHEN: Anytime this month / Justinian
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Feel free to jump in and start some stuff with me? I’m new and I have no idea what’s going on >>;;;
Also: All CR with Fenris is fresh unless you’ve spoken to me (which you can still go do) here. ty!

BATTLEMENTS
Nighttime; late. It’s dark, a few scattered torchlights flicker in the distance, lanterns shine in windows below, but mostly there are stars. Multitudes of them dusting the wide sky. Very few people are up and about at this hour at all, a guardsman making rounds; it isn’t hard to overlook the shadow of an elf stretched out on the parapet, arms folded behind his head, a pair of eyes to catch glinting in the moonlight. Fervanis is rising and Fenris maps its branches, lost enough in thought that approaching footsteps aren’t likely to be heard until they’re very close upon him.

HERALD’S REST (first floor)
Mid-afternoon is a good time to occupy the tavern if one wants to drink but also wants to avoid the boisterous throng of the evening time congregation. Fenris can be found sitting alone at a corner table, a flagon of cheap swill barely touched and getting warm as it sweats onto the table. He has a map and some writing implements out and is working away in his shaky handwriting, the marks he’s making not actual legible language but an odd system of shorthand symbols that only make sense to him. He’s been here a while by the looks of it, blinking with eyestrain and possibly not opposed to a break and a fresh beverage.

VAULT LIBRARY
Fernis’ favorite place he’d found in Skyhold. He’s been spending a lot of time down here. Dank, mouldering, isolated, and ‘homey’, if you asked him. Could use a few corpses, but he took what he could get. Today he’s sitting in the floor on the dusty rug, mindless of the cobwebs, armor shed and scattered around him while he cleans it meticulously, wiping the dried brown blood out of the crevices and buffing the metal with oil until it reflects the eerie light of the room. He looks different without his spiky armor but no less recognizable, lyrium tattoos exposed and hoary bangs falling into his face as he works.

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"Yes, very," Fenris said bluntly but with clear amusement. He pushed up with one arm, metal scratching on stone as he lifted himself. "But then, they had to be made up by somebody, right? Someone had to look up and see pattern in a desultory smattering of dots up there, anyway."

He looked up again with a bit of a different perspective- he'd never really considered what he might see if he wasn't picking out the constellations and turning over their tales. He wondered if he'd seen his own shapes there too, as a child perhaps, but he didn't have those memories. He couldn't even remember not knowing the names of them. "Show me one you've made."

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He took the bluntness in good stride, with a soft laugh and a shake of his head. He supposed he deserved and walked right into that one, right? But he enjoyed the ribbing, actually. It made him feel less like an outsider in this world, like he was being accepted in some small way. It was more comfort than he had expected tonight.

He raised his hand, pointing to one particularly bright star and slowly drawing it down, connecting nearly equally bright stars together. "It's not quite right, but it almost looks like one we call Taurus - the Bull. On my world, some people believe that certain constellations, which ones you are born under, can have effects on your life. Taurus is one of them."

Not that he believed that, of course, but it had been a childhood game he enjoyed - sitting on the roof of his uncle's house, tracing the patterns in the sky - the starscape of his home world. Tracing them here made it painfully obvious he was not home, nowhere near it, but in the way of the homesick he tried anyways.