all of nature wild & free

[eviscerates]

WHO: Ruby Lucas & various.
WHAT: Catch all
WHEN: from the beginning of the months until Orlais Adventures
WHERE: Various locations within and near Skyhold
NOTES: To be added!

starters in le commentios and to be added to through the month.

Comments

[fleurdesel]

"That does not do much to raise my opinion of your grandmother." Perhaps that also explained Red's vehemence regarding her father's decided lack of affection when writing her in the Spire.

Perhaps she is reading too much into these things.

But a name, oh. A warm waft of air, perhaps the barest brush of contact but that name? To be trusted with it at all no matter how strange or absurd warms something in Adelaide. Her lips curl faintly, a smirk if there ever was one as she echos. "Charlotte. I should have known, you certainly look like one."

[eviscerates]

"It was the Curse." Easy, without being entirely certain. Those words had been the Curse, but so had Ruby. David had been right - they couldn't just be one or the other. They were both, now, the way that Storybrooke was both. Granny had slung insults, just as she'd been prepared to see people die to keep Red safe and try to protect her from the reality of what she was. When I put over easy on the menu I was talking about the eggs.

She doesn't flinch, but her expression grows a little more serious as she moves.

It's easier to smile at something more whimsical. "Do I?" Novel concept. "Truth be told, there's a lot of magic in names. At least, that's what I've heard. Knowing someone's true name can give you a sort of power over them, according to some." And, dramatically, "use your power responsibly, Captain."

[fleurdesel]

"Here it is blood that gives someone power over you." Not names, though names and words and incantations are as large a part of some schools of magic as any other- she has never put any real thought into studying the mechanics of blood magic. At least not until, suddenly, it has been asked of her.

But that is yet to come and this? This is them, walking to some manner of restful surprise, not thinking of work or shadow or curses. Adelaide reaches up to brush some of Red's hair out of her face, voice low and kind. "I shall endeavor to be worthy of your trust, Charlotte."