[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

[aintwejust]

Jayne does have a mighty soft coat. S'all the meat he gets to eat or steal or beg off people that ignore Mal when he asks them not to feed him. Meoni being new gets herself a big old dose of the puppy eyes- maybe cuz she don't know better she'll feed him a little bit of whatever she's got. Or keep right on scratch'n. He's just as pleased either way.

Mal don't even give him any shit for trying to be all cozy with Meoni. Lie through what she been through? Hav'n a dog to distract you ain't noth'n. "It ain't always easy, be'n the one to walk away."

More often than not it's a damn sight harder. "It...gets easier. Coupla years'll go by and it'll hurt less."