faderift | Sieze the day

WHO: Sadira and YOU
WHAT: Various places around Skyhold at different times of day.
WHEN: Beginning to mid Solace before the shenanigans in Orlais takes off.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: N/A

I.The Training Grounds- Early morning

Sadira was in the training yard, early enough that the sun was just beginning to caress down the mountainsides with light while she was busy flailing a training sword around. She'd gotten up early in order to have some small section of the training yard to herself, though there were others who had arrived earlier than her, and somewhere were just now arriving. It seemed the training yard got little rest, which seemed, to sum up, her appearance. She had the look of someone long used to functioning on too little sleep.

Despite her apparently poor sword skills-- she was overreaching as well as leaving herself completely open on the left side-- she at least had good footwork and showed little signs of tiring quickly. Clothed as she was in a simple linen tunic, brown knit pants, and worn leather boots, it was near impossible to guess that she was a mage unless someone had spoken to her previously about it. She was working with a will building up a good sweat while trying her best to perfect her abilities though it was apparent that she was in dire need of some instruction.

II.The Library- Mid-day

Tables were naturally at a premium with all the pet projects going on and research, interests and what not being done that Sadira had opted instead for a quiet spot surrounded by a stack of books that she was carefully trawling through. A casual glance through the stacks might have drawn more than a few puzzled looks as her interests seemed to vary widely from historical texts by Brother Genitivi to various copies of Hard in Hightown along with books on varying cultures, chevalier fighting techniques, constellations and southern plants. She also had a few scattered papers scribbled with and notes, annotations and page numbers that occasionally rustled when the odd draft caught them. Although she tried to keep her mess contained to her little haphazard area, it wasn't going to take much for some of it to spill over into someone's way.

She'd traded her training clothes for softer mage robes, though her staff remained hidden away. A lingering scent of soap clung faintly to her skin, signs that she'd visited the hot springs shortly before making her way here. The mess of black curls that she usually wore draped over one shoulder was instead pulled back into a loose ponytail that fell her back so the till damp ends might not accidentally drip down onto her work. Currently, she was scribbling a note using a charcoal pencil rather than a quill with one tome resting on her knee, and another one spread out beside her with her finger resting on the line she was currently copying down.

III. Battlements- Evening

Sadira has once again found an out of the way spot, this time on the battlements. As the sun dips further and further westwards, she is looking up with a book carefully cradled in her lap, and a sheaf of notes weighed down by a rock next to her. It appears that she is setting herself up to stargaze, or at least looking for the first stars that appear before it gets too dark to read or check her notes. Draped around her shoulders is a threadbare but still somewhat serviceable blanket. It seems she is settling in to be here for awhile. She even had an earthenware pot next to her that suspiciously looked as if it contained something to chase away the chills of the oncoming night.

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A year might have passed, but some wounds run deep and Korrin understands that pretty well. So she just nods, not about to prod and make a sort subject worse. There's sympathy in her gaze, though, Adelaide's tale fresh in her mind. And she was an experienced mage at the time; what the younger mages, newly Harrowed and younger, went through she can't bear to imagine.

"Well, that's going to change, at least if what we're doing here takes root. It can be effective without the previous baggage attached to it, and your suggestions could help as much as anyone's. No Harrowings are being required now, and they're not likely to be, but for those who want some kind of test, there can be a more supportive option than what went before.

And if anyone here makes you feel unsafe, speak up, alright? We're not going to let history repeat itself, not here."

"I sincerely hope the Inquisition can make something that works. It might not make everyone completely happy, but I'd rather settle for a compromise across the divide than perpetual war. I only hope people will understand that. If they are doing something here that works, then I won't rock the boat. The important thing has mages who are not going to submit to demonic possession or magics of a weak will." She still favored the idea of Circles, with changes made to give more freedom from the Chantry and Templars. The Council Korrin talked about sounded like an excellent place to start. "I think I'd like to join this council. I never had an active voice within colleges, but this time, I intend not to sit idly by."

And now for the most embarrassing part: "Mostly it is myself making me feel unsafe. I have a hard time trusting people who are not mages-- templars especially," which hurt to admit since she came from Ostwick. "I would have avoided you on sight before now as well." She gestured to her size and with a touch of a blush the horns, "I need to shed myself of such thinking, though."

That Sadira intends to take action and not be a passive participant pleases Korrin greatly. They don't have to agree on everything for her to support such a move, and that she's willing to compromise means less headaches in the vault. (Maybe Korrin can learn from that. She's slowly learning that skill, but probably not fast enough for some.) Any embarrassment is meant with a wry smile. "Well, thanks for not judging on the horns this time, I get enough of that elsewhere. It takes time to unlearn old habits, especially those that were gained with good reason. The longer you're here, the more you'll see that for all the variety there is, people are usually just people. Some are still assholes, but they're thankfully a minority."

"I I had been any newer, or if you'd been the first that I met, I might have unfairly judged you so. I don't want to be that sort of person but putting aside such prejudices is still hard." She grinned then looking somewhat impish, "It helps you're a Knight-Enchanter, or at the least learning to be one. As it is, I thin I've detained you long enough for now. I'm sure you've other tasks that I've kept you from."

She didn't want to say goodbye to Korrin, but she rather their first encounter end on a high note before she ended up saying or doing something that might upset the other mage.

Korrin reluctantly nods, having enjoyed the conversation but she doesn't have all day to hang out, unfortunately. "Not unwillingly, but I ought to begin said Knight-Enchanter drills. Vivienne's an exacting mentor and I can't have her thinking I've become lazy in my training. Feel free to stick around and learn, though. And I'll see you in the vault, regardless."

It's doubtful that Sadira's smile could get any bigger as she struggled to contain her enthusiasm. "I would love to watch you train. It'd be a far cry from watching Templars train when no one thought I was looking."

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