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WHO: Rydia and YOU
WHAT: Rydia wasting time in Skyhold
WHEN: End of Justinian
WHERE: Library, Courtyard, stables
NOTES: Feel free to tag in, I'd like to build some CR with her. oh, and feel free to poke me on plurk

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Library

The somehow reclusive green haired lady has been a daily visitor of Skyhold's library, literally spending most of her time learning about Thedas's culture and everything she could about the new world? Going outside and learning between people? Hush, when she was in the Feymarch she was prepared to return between humans with the books of that world's library. And, let's admit it, what interested her the most has been dwarven culture, there's a pile of books about them sitting beside her (From great literature pieces about the life of a surface dwarf, to memories of Orzammar... to less than discreet novels that probably don't belong to the library but she found anyway.), but there are only so many around the fortress she managed to meet.

Anyway, she's still having a great time, searching here and there (and totally neglecting her magic trainings).

"Now, where did I leave that manual?"

Stables

Now this is a place Rydia seems to like! Sometimes she trots in, when she's tired to read in the library, just to study the various mounts used in Thedas. Wrapped in a not-so-discreet green dress she's sitting on a wooden crate with a small pile of paper in her hands and some pieces of... coal at her side. She's trying to make some rough sketches of those weird creatures -horses they call them- with terrible results.

Courtyard

"You know... it's kind of hard for me to imagine how people can worship a godlike creature that never shows himself."

Rydia never really studied the faith of people on the Blue Planet, she didn't even know if they had some kind of divinity but this 'Maker' made little to no sense to her. Summons worship Bahamuth, she was raised by them, the lunar dragon had always been a real presence in her life as soon as she reached the moon and even before the other creatures of the land below guaranteed they met him more than once.

"I met my divinity more or less a week before being trapped here. We played cards together and my daughter braided his hair, he's such a nice dragon... That seems definitely more real that and entity that never shows himself."

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"Chocobo...that sounds like something you'd eat, not ride on." At least to her. She leans in and peers at the quick sketch done for her benefit. "Can they hold as much as a horse or dracolisk? I'd ask if their legs are really spindly, but--well, dracolisks have that deal and they're actually pretty damn sturdy." Appearance isn't always the greatest indicator, as she's seen.

A quick smile forms as she nods to the puppy question. "Absolutely. I'm sure they'd love having someone new to play with. Who knows, you might be the first rifter to have one imprint on you...but they're still a bit young for that, so I wouldn't worry if that's not what you want."

"Oh, you can certainly eat them too, they just have a terrible taste. Like seagulls." There's a short pause and she jumps on her feet while offering the other woman a nervous smile "Please, if you're friend with him, don't mention this to Kain. I'm not sure how his people considers chocobo meat. Anyway, I'm not entirely sure how strong your animals are but one of our birds can easily carry two people and some extra weight."

But- more important than chocobos! Puppies! Rydia throws her stuff in a small backpack, getting ready to follow Korrin "Oh, that would be lovely but- I don't know if that would be appropriate or not. We rifters may return home someday and it'd be cruel to break the strong bond mabaris are said to have with their companions." That being said, she'd love to adopt an animal, it just... doesn't seem like the best idea right now. "Do you work often with Mabaris?"

"I won't say a thing to Kain, promise. And trust me, he doesn't have any room to criticize. Not with wearing plaidweave on purpose...." Korrin rolls her eyes at the grave affront committed by the dragoon. Damn Kain for making her care about fashion by wearing something eye-searingly awaful.

When her smile returns, it fades a bit at mention of rifters returning home, and one hand automatically goes to the dragon tooth handing from the cord around her neck. But she's not about to derail the discussion with something personal, wanting to keep the mood light. She'll starte them off as soon as Rydia's ready. "Point taken, though perhaps they could come with. And no, I just play with them. My role isn't that of caretaker. Hell, I'm not even Fereldan. That's probably a requirement, given much they love their hounds."

A resigned laugh escapes her lips while she rolls her eys "If you're complaining about plaidweave you haven't seen his worst armor yet." Probably Kain hasn't either, it seems he really is from another time period... as absurd as it may seem. Maybe she could ask Korrin if it's... normal or not. "It's hard to take your eyes off him when he wears that but not for good reasons." Oh, boy, she sounds like an old lady now.

And- at least she doesn't seem to notice the momentary pause and keeps talking about mabaris. It's not like she's not thinking about home but unlike others Rydia doesn't have much to return to so... they may go away but the summoner wouldn't care if it's not the case. "Oh, wouldn't that be wonderful? But wouldn't it better for them to stay with others of their kind? Not that it matters at the moment..." She raises an eyebrow "Hounds, really? I heard all Fereldan cared about is cheese. Which I start to believe since it's been a massive part of my diet since I arrived here."

"Cheese? Eh, that's more an Orlesian thing. Granted, their food is awesome but that doesn't nearly make up for their snooty attitudes and everything else. There's a lot wrong with the Empire, but I'll refrain from ranting all day about that. Odds are good we'll be going there so you'll see for yourself soon enough."

Emprise du Lion and the Western Approach are technically of Orlais, but it's not nearly the same as being in the heart of the empire itself. If only it was; Korrin would much rather face opponents she could fight with spells and blades, not words.

"Wait, his worst armor? You have to tell me all about that."

"Never been in Orlesi... there, of course, but I've heard they're quite the colorful people, it would be interesting to visit. Is it true they use living animals to decorate their hair? I read some books about them but you never know who wrote certain things."

Being so onest and open Rydia will probably dislike the Empire, she's so easy to read...

"Pale blue, white, with little dragon wings on his shoulders, pieces of metal carefully placed to look like scales, pretty winged blue circlet on the head... Beautiful. I'm the last person who ca comment other people's choices but that armor... it's almost like a dragon tried to melt on him and failed miserably. But then again everyone has strange taste on clothes on the surgace, ony of our common friend has a glorious collection of trousers decorated with smiley faces..."

That's something she shouldn't share but, seriously, how ridicolous was that armour?

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Mention of a pretty winged circlet produces an amused snort from Korrin, who's not at all surprised by the dragon motif. "That's depressing. I thought he could at least be trusted with armor, if not civilian clothing, but clearly that can be lacking, too. Tell Vivienne, she acts as fashion police for him." Well, everyone, but Kain truly needs it.

"And yeah, the animal thing is true or at least I saw it once. A woman using live birds for hair decoration. They pooped all over it, too, it was really gross. But fashion above common sense, for some people." Rolling her eyes, Korrin clears the way as her imposing figure usually does without trying. Tiny yips can be heard ahead, prompting a small grin from her. "Oh good, they're awake."

The summoner shrugs, it's not her business what the dragoon decides to wear but... "I don't think it's completely his fault, that armor was specifically created for him to reflect his spirit... or something and he found himself into it. Still, quite the poor armor to wear, at least in my opinion. And... Bless Lady Vivienne?"

"Sweet Leviathan, that sounds unnecessarily heavy, complicated and dirty. I do not envy her poor birds." And Rydia follows, as small as she is it's nice to walk right behind someone who so easily opens the path for her as well.

"Ah How lovely, I've never seen a mabari pup before, only the painted ones ready to train."

"They're awesome, too, you won't hear me saying otherwise. But they're a little big to try and pick up, even for me. Their little ones, on the other hand, are far easier." As she speaks, their high-pitched yipping can be heard as she makes her way to their area of the bard. Five wiggly puppies all wobble-run forward, tails wagging enthusiastically.

"And there they are. Look at that bundle of fuzzy nonsense. Hey, you guys...." She bends down and immediately a couple of them paw at her, wanting petting right then.

Rydia chuckles, shaking her head "I can only imagine. I shouldn't even try to lift any... I am not exactly the bulkiest and strongest mage in Skyhold." the summoner crosses her arms, following Korring and smiling in direction of the puppies.

"Ah... they look so inoffensive right now." Still taking her distance she kneels down, looking at the mabaris and the other mage "It's so hard to imagine them as proud and strong warriors, now."

Korrin smiles widely at the leaping bundles of friendliness. They're so excited that it's hard for them to remain still, but that's part of their charm, at least for the the Vashoth. She crouches down to give them all the petting they allow her.

"Give them time, first they have to learn to run without falling over. Right, guys? Fereldans are the best at training them, so I bet they'll start when they've grown a little more. All that energy will serve them well." She chuckles as they yip as though in response. "They're very intelligent, you know, able to follow complex commands without a problem. I've seen it before, it's pretty amazing."

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