open; Dry your smoke-stung eyes

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli Bonaventura; open
WHAT: Post-Rivain catch-up, gifts for friends, general open in and around Skyhold things
WHEN: August (timey-wimey if needed)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: High likelihood of Dairsmuid being discussed so annulments etc. Will update if/when needed. If you'd like a starter let me know but feel free to make your own!

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[arlathvhen]

She listens to Araceli, because the advice is solid, and that note is definitely going to be the cornerstone of her plan. "I was planning on visiting the place, first, delivering a message to him. That'll give me a chance to see him, get a feel for him. And I'm going to try to look around, see where he sleeps, get an idea for the layout." She hadn't been planning on giving Araceli the entire run down, but--well, it couldn't hurt. Maybe Araceli would see more potential flaws that Beleth hadn't.

"The idea is that he'll have to write a message in return to the one that I give him, and then I'll have an example of his writing. If that's not enough--I can try swiping some writing from him while I'm there. Once I've got the information I need, I'm going to step back--probably return to Skyhold. Maybe I can find a forger here. Or see if Zevran knows one." Except she's not going to be asking Zevran, because Zevran thinks that Cade should be dealing with this himself. But Beleth knows that isn't going to work.

"I'll put the second part into motion once I have the note made up. But I'll be going alone. I can't ask anyone to put themselves at risk for this. This isn't anything for the Inquisition, this is just...personal." And she couldn't risk anyone figuring out who was involved that made it personal.

"--But. Sister Nightingale could just tell me to forget about it, so." She twists her lips, "Who knows. All this planning might be for naught."

[foxsays]

"And if they don't let you in? I'm a thief. Being where I shouldn't be is how I make my living Beleth, and sometimes that does mean going in the front door if I can go to a fancy party, or get an invite on the arm of someone but I have advantages." Araceli looks like she belongs, and if she does not, it's easy to fake; put on the right dress, dig out the right pearls for about her throat, line her eyes a particular way, affect just the right mannerisms. This is--

"You will be watched," is what she settles on after another pause, matter-of-fact, a thief giving advice because Araceli has lived that life since she was fifteen. She has felt so many eyes upon her and Beleth is going to be going into a place where she will stick out like a sore thumb with her Vallaslin. "I know enough of the history here to know that there is very little love lost between your people and the Chantry. What will you do if you cannot do more than give him a note? If you are turned away at the door? Suppose you say it is to be delivered to his hands only, what is to stop them from shutting the door in your face because who are you to them? Nothing and no one. Just some Dalish elf, same as I was just some whore's whelp, some pirate's get."

Do you remember that time on the roof when two prospective students met a teacher? About being underestimated and how it can be used to your advantage? All the same there are times when you are just a girl, and the world is so much bigger than you alone are. The world is very cruel when it likes to remind you of that and Araceli takes no pleasure in it when she picks the plan apart the way she would when planning her own, when working out some mission with the guards as she lifts another little cake and splits it neatly in half.

"I am not trying to discourage you, not precisely. But you are speaking of murder with a likelihood of your own neck, and other reputations that might be traced back no matter how careful you might be because we are not the only ones with spies and scouts and information. And say that Sister Nightingale tells you no, would you be able to set it all aside and sweep your heart and mind clear of it, just so?"