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OPEN: And you can shake the mountains with a whisper

WHO: Hermione Granger and YOU!
WHAT: Hermione ventures out of the library. Sometimes. But she's also in the library most of the time, because she's Hermione.
WHEN: Late Justinian, creeping into early Solace if need be.
WHERE: Throughout Skyhold, just outside of Skyhold, pick a place far away from Skyhold and find a reason to drag her there.
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The Herald's Rest.

Hermione doesn't often come in here, not since receiving an odd look when she'd first asked for just some water (really, given how young everyone here seems to think she is, she'd been surprised that the surly bartender had thought she'd wanted something harder). But sometimes it's a nice change of pace, sitting among the mostly quiet chattering of the other patrons and enjoying the fire as she reads or looks over her notes. Presuming, of course, that no one is foolish enough to have too much to drink and try to bother her. Talking is a distraction she'll accept with no fuss, but Merlin help anyone who's had enough alcohol to think she's open to anything friendlier than that.

Stables.

When she'd first arrived at Skyhold, the stables had seemed relatively empty and were a fine place for practicing her magic without risking hurting anyone. She'd thought she could do the same now, only to find that there are considerably more horses - and, er, other creatures - residing there. Magic might only frighten them, she decides, but they're so pretty that she can't help visiting with them for a bit, getting as close to them as she dares. It's been years since she's ridden a horse, but she's entirely certain that these mounts aren't exactly the type that would trot gently along a given course for an inexperienced rider, so she isn't even going to ask after something so silly, even if the interest is clearly there in her eyes.

Courtyard, not too far from the healing tents.

When the stables prove not to be the best place to practice with her magic, Hermione decides that it might be best to find a little corner close to the healing tents instead. At least then there would be other mages around, and so it was less likely that anyone who stumbled across her would look at her disdainfully. And if anyone gets hurt, a healer wouldn't be too far away. Of course, she highly doubts that anyone would get hurt just because she was unsuccessfully attempting to transfigure leaves and pebbles and whatever else happens to be in the vicinity. Transfiguration doesn't seem to be an aspect of her magic that's carried over into Thedas, or at least Hermione can't manage it without more practice, given that she's growing more and more frustrated as she continuously taps rocks and other objects with what looks like a stick, muttering to herself in exasperation.

Library. Because of course.

If you've been to the library, you've seen her. Whether you know her and enjoy talking to her about rifter politics or think it's entertaining to scandalize her or have never bothered to approach her, Hermione can more often than not be found in the same little niche in the library, nose in a book or a quill hastily scribbling down notes. Or even, occasionally, dozing off, since she hasn't exactly claimed any sort of sleeping space for her own and more often than not loses track of the time when she doesn't explicitly have somewhere to be.

Wildcard!

Hermione wanders, and while she tries to be careful, sometimes it takes her places she just shouldn't go. If it doesn't look like a private room or setting, it's safe to assume that the young witch has made her way there, likely looking for a quiet place to read or do magic or just to get a few moments of silence. And while she doesn't often journey outside of Skyhold, she can definitely be tempted beyond its walls if she has the right incentive, or the right company.

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"Are you saying children are insignificant? Considering that most think of them as our hope for the future, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to agree."

Hermione knew what was actually being said, of course, and she wasn't going to let it go at that. So she turned from the horse completely, offering Ariadne a small but wholly genuine smile.

"People have similar opinions about me, mostly because of how old I look. Or how old I don't look, I suppose. Though for what it's worth, I don't think of you as a child. And even if that weren't the case, I come from a world where a baby almost single-handedly put an end to the First Wizarding War. Being innocent, being happy, being loved by others - those things can be bigger strengths than anyone realizes. Just focus more on that than on what any cowardly fool might say behind your back."

Ariadne's eyes widened to the size of coins. "Oh! No!" she cried, shaking her head emphatically. "I didn't mean it like that. Of course children are significant. They're what we fight for. They're the most important potential in the world. In any world. I didn't mean it like that!"

And her shock and regret was completely genuine.

"I only meant that...I don't need to be protected from the realities of war. I don't need all the leisure time that I have. I'm ready to do what's necessary. I don't want to be treated as some one who needs to be coddled."

Which was how people saw her. Ariadne knew the sort of impression she tended to give off. But that was largely because optimism was conflated with youth, with childishness.

"I know," she said levelly, assuring Ariadne that she hadn't actually thought she'd meant anything ill towards children. As for the rest of what was said, "I know that, too."

Shaking her head, Hermione explained, "From what I've heard of where we've all come from, all of us have seen more than our fair share of the world. It makes me wonder if there's such a thing as a 'normal' life at all. So no, I'm not going to assume that you can't bear to see the darker side of this world or help the Inquisition fight against it. After all, what would that say about me?"

"My mother would say that you can't see the light without the darkness," Ariadne muttered. Which was more than she'd said about her mother to anyone else in Thedas. Ariadne and Rotspine used to fight like cats. They were so fundamentally different, down to the very cores of their respective beings. Which wasn't all that surprising. Rotspine had grown up on the run. Ariadne had lived in comfortable isolation.

She shook her head, her panic abating. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm saying everything all wrong. I'd make a poor diplomat."

"We have similar sayings, back home," Hermione offered, though she knew it wasn't necessarily something that bore talking about. She didn't know how private or open Ariadne typically was when it came to her family, so she wouldn't continue along that vein of conversation unless that was where the whole thing was naturally headed.

"No one's asking you to be a diplomat, and you're not saying anything wrong. It's a conversation. You say what you mean, and if you get misunderstood or change your opinion somewhere throughout, no one will fault you for correcting yourself or saying as much. And if they do, they're probably not worth talking to in the first place."

"You have an interesting way of looking at things," Ariadne said. And she meant it as a compliment. "I think you must be very smart." More than smart, really. Wise.

But she didn't say that.

For some reason, humanoids always tended to associate the word with old age. And they found that offensive.

Hermione could only chuckle at Ariadne's words. "Thank you," she remarked, glancing away for a moment. She knew she was book-smart, and that she knew about certain things that not many other people - or, in the case of Thedas, anyone - knew, but there was a difference between knowing things because you happened to be good at memorizing books and knowing things because you actually knew how to think. She liked believing she was a critical thinker, but with so much of this world being a mystery to her, she often forgot about that.

"But you have an interesting way of looking at things, too. Don't let anyone fault you for that. Again, if your opinion ever changes while talking to someone, you're perfectly entitled to change your mind about something. But don't let people change you just because they think you should be changed."

"Many have tried," Ariadne said, shrugging slightly. But, of course, no one had managed to dim her perspective.

Not even the Red Dragon, and that was saying something.

"In a way, being here is a true test of character," she added thoughtfully. "One would think that only those who know themselves extremely well can come to a place like this and survive completely intact."

"I suppose that would depend on what kind of world that person comes from," Hermione pointed out thoughtfully. "Survival is easy enough for some, especially if they come from a place where there are dragons or demons or any number of other similarities to Thedas. On the other hand, those who, say, are humans that come from a world with nothing but other humans and no magic whatsoever, might find that they're in for a bit more of a shock here, regardless of how well they know themselves."

"Perhaps," Ariadne allowed.

But privately, she wasn't so sure. Maybe it was because her parents had sheltered her and the rest of the litter so much. But even traveling within her own world, she'd been shocked at the way some people lived.

But then again, maybe that was about the war.

There were so many probabilities, it made her head spin slightly.

It wasn't an argument, and at this point it wasn't really a proper debate, so Hermione only shrugged her shoulders easily, still smiling a bit.

"I suppose I've taken up enough of your time, at this point," she brings up. "I should probably get started on some of my research for the day. The books in the library are beginning to get a bit dry even for me, so it takes a while to get through each of them."

Ariadne curtsied. "Of course."

Research, really, wasn't for her. She could both read and write--a matter of pride for her--but she didn't like getting her information from books. Somehow, words on the page never felt real to her. Not until she lived and breathed them.

All the same, she was Ariadne. And she was eager to help. "Please let me know if I can ever do anything to be of assistance to you in your work."

Hermione wouldn't know what to do without being able to thoroughly exhaust every book in a library. The writing here had taken a bit of getting used to, but it hadn't been too different from deciphering ancient runes. Granted, she'd learned plenty from actual conversations, but books had always been and always will be the greater comfort to her.

Smiling a little at that curtsy, Hermione gave her a nod. "Thank you. But considering that I'm Councilor LeBlanc's research assistant, it seems a bit much to have an assistant to the assistant. But I do appreciate the offer."

She nodded, frankly a little bit relieved. Offering help was all well and good, but Ariadne knew when she'd be more of a burden than an aid.

Doing right by Hermione was probably what mattered most.

"I hope to talk with you again soon," she said. "You're a lot more...free with me. Than some people are. I appreciated it."

Hermione couldn't help tilting her head curiously at that remark. "Well, I have nothing to hide. Unfortunately, not everyone can really say that."

But that wasn't important. Or, at least, she was determined not to let it be important.

"We'll find each other again. And if not, you can usually find me in the library."

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