Reaching towards adulthood?

[issala]

WHO: Kas & You!
WHAT: Catch-all for the month
WHEN: All through Justinian
WHERE: Skyhold (mostly)
NOTES: Feel free to hit me up on draiol for any specific starters!

I. Healer Tents

Since the trip to the Fade, the strange headache had returned. Now it was always there, nagging him, but at times it grew to something less tolerable and more 'knife in his brain'. Kas tried to ignore it, but eventually he had to drag himself to a healer again to get a potion or something until it calmed down.

Opening the healing tent flap after a little knock to a pole, he makes a grumbling sound as a greeting, not sure if it was a healer or another patient in the room.

II. Archery Range

The archery training was going well for the teen, and he found himself always feeling better after he had gone through his training for the day. It cleared his head better than any other things he had attempted, and came with the added bonus of actually improving something. With the hip quiver making pulling out an arrow much easier and less entangled, he was also increasing his speed.

After nailing another shot at the dummy, Kas takes a quick break to grab his water skin and wipe some sweat from his forehead. Concentrating was heavy work.

III. Herald's Rest

Better days meant better ways to entertain himself, and Kas often found himself at the Tavern playing games with other patrons. Wicked Grace, Diamondback, Checkers. Other times, he just liked listening to people talk (and maybe shyly look at girls). He didn't drink, though, which annoyed the staff a bit.

(Good thing the cook thought he was cute.)

Writing letters to his old kith had been sparse lately, the more he realized how bad it had really been there compared to the families he heard about from people like Gorse and Korrin. Still, he felt obligated to let them know he was alive now and then, and could be found scribbling on paper in the tavern when not losing his money to cards.

...it usually ended with him doodling instead.

IV. Wildcard!

Comments

[issala]

Don't worry, Sam. he's pretty good at venting about people in front of those people, so if there was a problem you'd have heard it by now. Instead it's just Kas trying to figure out himself.

"I know she's my color, but her hair is dark. Tall, too, and with curved horns. Everything else is just... blank. I just don't want there to be more things wrong with me, Sam." If he said ut wasn't so strange, then maybe he was alright.

Maybe it was just trauma or something.

[el_tybs]

Oh good. Guess one less thing to worry about then - if there was something wrong he'd know about it.

"I don't think it's wrong that you don't quite remember. The important part is that you still remember her. Like stuff she used to do for you-?" Trauma could certainly affect memory, as did time away.

[issala]

"I remember... I remember her voice. And singing." Conflicted little memories of Issala's tamassran, easily taking the place of a mother. "She liked to sing... or just hum."

It wasn't much, but it still manages to soothe him a little bit.

[el_tybs]

"Did she sing or hum anything in particular?" He would probably not know the tune, but that was not the point - focusing on the good things and the stuff Kas could remember was.

[issala]

"Just... melodies without words. Something that made you calm and happy inside without having to think" There's a little smile there, but it disappears quickly as he tries to regain his battered male pride.

[el_tybs]

So serious, Kas. "Well you're pretty lucky. My aunt is a terrible singer - humming too. You smile because it's so bad, but she's having fun so you have fun. Still, I feel bad for her kids." Sam laughs at that, leaning back some and taking another sip of his drink.