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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She also smiles, though the moment that the white faced one begins to react she too watches it carefully. She might not have faced off against overgrown, lethal fluffballs in her time spent wandering the Orlesian countryside, but that didn't mean she hadn't learned to assess a threat.

"Wise course of action. As much as a scar or two might be good for a story, a mauling, on the other hand, is something I'll happily avoid." As instructed, she kept her voice pitched low, speaking in soft and soothing tones. "Buggie? Who named them? And for that matter what are all their names?" This was fo course crucial information.

She dropped her hand down as before, reaching out carefully as she lightly scratched the smaller one behind the ear. Any headbutting by the griffon is welcome affection, though she isn't quite certain what to do about it if the griffon decided to get destructive with her robe.

Anders jerks a thumb in the direction of the Warden woman watching them very closely.

"Roostmaster Maja named all of them. And their names... Let me see if I can get this all right."

He looks around the room, lips moving silently for a moment as he mentally ticks off Buggie, Chawcey, and Ghostface.

"The two over there," he points, "are Potato and Butterball. Butterball is of course the larger. The black one in the corner is Buttons, and most likely to take a bite out of you. Or eat my cat, which is why she's is outside. Hopefully still there, and not gone after a mouse, but she knows to come to me if called. Mm. The grey speckled one is... is Blanche. The one coming up behind you is Slobbaface. Be wary for your socks."

Anders frowns at the rest. "...One of the others is Burp, and I can't recall the remaining names, I'm sorry."

"Goodness, those names are certainly colorful and descriptive after a fashion." Though names like Potato and Buttons certainly didn't sound like they'd be respected on the battlefield.

Shifting her attention back to him, a gentle smile returned, "Well you've done more than enough for me, and I cannot fault you for not remembering them all. There are a few of them!" She chuckled softly as Buggie headbutted her again, demanding more petting. "Speaking of names, I'm Sadira by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Anders looked down, taking an extra moment to sidestep Slobbaface and scratch Chawcey's offered wing. He'd avoided it as long as possible, but there was no more hiding. He looked back up and nodded to Sadira.

"I can't give a name, but I'm known as Anders. And yes." His voice was quiet. "That Anders. The pleasure is mutual if," the corner of his mouth twitched up wryly, "you still feel that way."

The humor and good cheer fell away from her face in increments as her mind tried to process the man before her with the abomination that had led to the destruction of her world. If not for the Griffons she might have reacted more viscerally, screaming or storming out. Something, anything. Instead, she stood there, going completely still. Buggie continued to headbutt her, growing insistent for attention. Only a sense of self-preservation made her even twiddle her fingers against the griffon's neck to keep the creature from nipping.

"You." It was all she could manage to say through the sudden tightness in her chest. Her breath grew shaky, "I need to go." Somewhere, anywhere. It didn't matter. She just couldn't be in the same room as him. Not until she calmed down. Risking harm, she pushed her way past the griffons managing to just barely keep herself from running.

Her reaction wasn't a surprise, and he exhaled as he let her go without saying anything else to her.

"Here, Buggie," Anders murmured quietly, soothing the griffon as she got abandoned. "It's all right." It wasn't, really, but there wasn't anything that could be done to change it just yet. He'd keep working. He was alive, after all. There wasn't anything else to do.

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