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faderift2016-07-07 06:58 pm
circleprodigy) wrote in faderift2016-07-07 06:58 pm
Open Log
WHO: Inessa, Garahel (her mabari) and OPEN to anyone.
WHAT: A new Warden arrives.
WHEN: Beginning to mid-Solace.
WHERE: Camp Shady, Skyhold. Specifics in prompts.
NOTES: I'll match formats!
Mabari nonsense included at all stages. Weisshaupt and what went on there will likely be referenced, so blood magic/demon-summoning/coup warnings in effect.
WHAT: A new Warden arrives.
WHEN: Beginning to mid-Solace.
WHERE: Camp Shady, Skyhold. Specifics in prompts.
NOTES: I'll match formats!
Mabari nonsense included at all stages. Weisshaupt and what went on there will likely be referenced, so blood magic/demon-summoning/coup warnings in effect.
I. Camp Shady
There's a new arrival at the Grey Warden camp below Skyhold...well, actually two. Inessa arrives mid-morning, a pale, petite elven woman with a staff on her back and clad in what is unmistakably Grey Warden battlemage attire. Sometimes at her side is an adult mabari who in all honesty isn't that much shorter and considerably more muscled, adorned with kaddis markings. Faced with new surroundings and new people, he's regularly running off to have a look around but always returns to his mistress, perhaps with a new friend?
After setting up her tent wherever there's space (and perhaps double-checking to ensure that particular space won't be needed), Inessa could rest...but she's not going to. Instead, the young woman can be found looking for the nearest campfire to join or starting her own, just wanting to sit down and relax with Garahel and perhaps catch up on recent events. Or she can be found wherever the griffons are kept, observing them with quiet awe. Having seen them at Weisshaupt, they're not exactly a new sight and yet she can still scarcely believe they're real. A small smile forms on her lips as she looks them over, mindful not to get too close or make sudden movements. "Hello again. My, you've grown...."
II. Rotunda library and frescoes
The Grey Warden camp is nice, but there's one thing it doesn't have; stacks upon stacks of books. Inessa's a devoted Warden, but she was also raised in the Circle and if there's one thing she misses, it's the library at her tower. For the first time in over a year and a half, she actually has the time and opportunity to indulge, so she does...with Garahel in tow, of course. Having been instructed previously, the mabari actually behaves himself in this area, no running or barking or running over to harass the ravens in the rookery. Instead, he plops down somewhere reasonably out of the way to nap while Inessa inspects the stacks. No one topic is off limits to her, and soon she accumulates a sizable crooked tower at her table. Much of it involves magical theory or history, but lighter subjects are definitely possible. Varric's books were known even in the Circle.
At some point, because of her petite stature and a dearth of ladders, she'll swallow her pride and look over to the nearest (undoubtedly taller, unless they're a dwarf) person, and smile apologetically. "Excuse me, but could I borrow you for a moment? I need a longer pair of arms to reach a book for me."
Some time later, Inessa descends with a sated mind and a lighter heart. Upon reaching the rotunda below the library, she pauses to inspect the frescoes painted there. They had been noted before, but now that her greatest priority has been tended to, she can spare a little time for such things. The Siege of Adamant Fortress particularly captures her attention, unsurprisingly, and she lingers there, gazing solemnly upward.
III. Battlements
In what will become part of her routine, Inessa takes to strolling the battlements with Garahel before heading back to the Grey Warden encampment. It's a chance to savor the mountain view and stretch her legs, and let her attention-needy mabari get some petting from friendly soldiers and scouts. The direction isn't important, just the chance to clear her head and enjoy the brisk winds, a sharp contrast from the oppressive heat of the Western Approach.
IV. Wildcard
Catch her nearly anywhere. Perhaps she's discovered the vault library (and Garahel abandons her for the kitchen, since he can't fit) or is getting treats for Garahel at the kitchen. Curious Warden is curious and will want to see everything Skyhold has to offer that's not off-limits.
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That he might be, but Kirk was happy to give it. He liked animals, as a rule, and being with the dog made him think he would like a pup of his own. Eventually.
"We have dogs," he said. "Small breeds, large breeds. There's a few that could give a mabari a run for their money, but we don't have mabari specifically. And no magic where I am from - so definitely no magically bred dogs."
There had been a few dogs on the farm, but they had always been more Frank's dogs than his own. He had liked them though, and his friends usually had dogs as well growing up.
"You might want to stop, sir, or you're going to make your partner there jealous," he chided the dog, but made no attempts to actually stop petting him.
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She shakes her head, unable to make sense of it. "You must think Thedas quite strange, in turn. At least you're not recoiling in fear, though. I'll take what I can get." There's a wry smile forming, both jesting and not.
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He gave her a smile and laugh softly at her assessment.
"I'll admit, there are things that give me pause, but overall I find it quite fascinating - all the difference races and cultures. It's exciting."
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"That's a refreshing point of view; it's not often I meet someone with an open mind regarding such subjects. If it's magic or non-human, most want as little to do with it as possible. This isn't to say that there aren't aspects of Thedas that doesn't deserve judgment. There are, but a lack of ingrained bias will serve you well."
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"Where I am from, it's my job to go and explore the unknown," he explained without giving specifics. That could tend to muddy things with people he didn't know all that well, so for the time he tended to keep it vague. Having to explain star travel was becoming a nightmare, so he had switched to this new system.
"To do that, you rather need an open mind," he chuckled. "And non-human doesn't bother me in the least. Where I am from there are plenty of non-humans. I even work with a variety of them." So no worries, Inessa. No judgement due to the shape of your ears, though he might judge you because clearly your dog is attention starved. Or he's just a big baby and attention hog. Could go either way at this point.
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That gets Inessa's attention, the working with non-humans rather than exploring the unknown. Which is also interesting, but one thing at a time. "You do? I'd be interested to hear more about that, especially if it's any different from what you must already know of Thedas."
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Oh, you are a master of the puppy dog eyes aren't you? He can feel that you are, don't lie to him. Still, he's rubbing you anyways, greedy creature.
"Oh, well, I'm not to sure what there is to say about it. We have people of different races and cultures on my ship, in a variety of positions. We don't really take into account their particular race or their culture when it comes to doing a job - if they can do it, then they can do it, and we simply place the best person for it in that position. Sometimes that might come down to their race because of physiology, but that's rare."
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"Such equality sounds fascinating. That your race would matter less than what you do is a concept much of this world has yet to grasp. It's one reason why I joined the Grey Wardens; to them, it doesn't matter that I'm an elf or a mage. What does is the ability to face and destroy darkspawn."
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"It took awhile for my own world to learn that, and I won't lie - some people still don't deal with it well," he acknowledged. "But for the most part, it's a simple reality that there is much, much more out there beyond human. It seems rather pointless to do something like discriminate based on something like race. It's who you are as a person that counts, in my opinion."
He blinked and looked at Inessa and looked dow with a sheepish smile.
"Sorry, I was preaching there for just a moment, wasn't I?"
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"Yeah, I've noticed the, uh, bias here," he agreed, trying to be polite about it, unsure of her own feelings, though given her ears he thought he could guess where she fell on the spectrum. Even so, better safe than sorry.
"So what brings you Skyhold?" he asked her, changing the subject because the conversation was nearing towards unrecoverable awkward.
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"Seems to be happening a lot here - supposedly extinct creatures coming back from the proverbial dead," he mused, his arms finally giving out and having to take a break from rubbing the dog's belly. "I don't know that I've seen them myself around here, but if you do figure out where they're kept, let me know. I wouldn't mind seeing a griffon for myself."
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