[Open] Did Your Mama Tell You About Me?

[meonikost]

WHO: Meoni Kost and you!
WHAT: Catch all for the later half of Justinian, just to get introduced
WHEN: 15th of June/Justinian onward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Set after she's rescued from Red Templars. Both prose and brackets are fine, present or past tense.

1. Healer Tents, 15 - 22 Justinian

The first few days had been rocky. Between the exposure to red lyrium and various festering infections, Meoni was sure she would die. But the healers were good, or maybe she was just lucky. Whatever the reason, she was alive now, sitting up in bed and carefully flexing her fingers. Her right wrist was infected from the shackles she'd been in. The healers had tried to be careful when dealing with the infection, but her fingers still ached.

Meoni glanced up as the flap shifted, unsure if it was the wind or a healer or a patient. The tent was one of the bigger ones, to account for the space she took up, but it also meant that she was more likely to share with other patients who needed the space.

2. Tavern, after 22 Justinian

Meoni sat in a corner, sipping cheap ale as she considered her letter. She hadn't got very far into it, and spent more time staring off into space than actually writing. She was leaving her mercenary company--and Meoni knew they would let her go, but it was hard to come up with the words to leave the company she'd been with for twenty-five years. Especially after her team...

Right. She needed to send a list of the people who had died--meaning, everyone but her. Meoni's grip tightened on the mug, and she took a few heavy swallows.

"Maker, take me," She muttered, and set the mug down again.

3. Training grounds, after 22 Justinian

The healers hadn't cleared her to fight, or even for combat training, but they had grudgingly allowed her to exercise. If Meoni was being honest, basic exercise was all she was really up for at this point. Even out of armor, she was already sweating heavily after a round of basic training--lifting stones, jumping, and so on. It wasn't that her strength wasn't there, she'd just lost a lot of endurance. For the type of fighting she did, that wasn't useful in the last. Meoni took a pull from her flask, breathing slowly through the ache in her chest. It was going to be a long few weeks, wasn't it?

Comments

Training

[sistertohermen]

Now, the last time Rachette saw someone that out of breath and exhausted-looking on the grounds was when Kain was battling spirits while ill. Rachette was no healer, by any means, and she had never met this particular qunari that she knew of, but she was still curious enough to approach.

"Should you be out here?" It wasn't an accusation. Maybe she was supposed to be out here and had finished some hour-long marathon of training. "You haven't taken ill, have you?"

[meonikost]

Meoni blinked and rubbed her good hand over her eyes and forehead to clear the sweat. A dwarf was speaking to her, but beyond that she was young. She hadn't even shed all the baby fat from her face.

"I'm alright, I just got out of the infirmary," Meoni assured her, trying not to smile too much. "I'm cleared for exercise as long as I stay hydrated." She didn't mean to be dismissive, but she found it...cute, when kids worried after her.

[sistertohermen]

"Oh. Good." At least with Kain she could awkwardly serve as someone to sort of lean a hand and some body weight on. She had no idea what she would do if a qunari keeled over. "Means I don't have to drag you back to the tents. That would be a sight to see. You just looked really winded, and you know how some people are, not stopping when they should've stopped ages ago. I think the Inquisition draws those types."

[meonikost]

Meoni actually laughed, low and sudden. "At least it would make for a good show. Really, I'm okay, but thank you." Meoni took a few heavy pulls from her canteen and wiped her hand on her pants, before stepping close and offering a handshake.

"Meoni Kost. I'd like to think I'm not one of those types, but I guess if I'm here..."

[sistertohermen]

In her time on the surface, Rachette had picked up a few things, especially here in Skyhold. The extended hand got an odd look until she recalled that it is a common greeting on the surface. She had first thought it was only among humans, but she'd seen others do it as well. A handshake then. She accepted that, her relatively small hand in Meoni's relatively large one.

"Rachette." Her family name was unimportant. "It takes all types in a place like this. Certainly plenty here that aren't fighters in any way, because people need letters written to, or repairs made, or food cooked. But I don't think any of those people see any reason to work at those jobs until they collapse."