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[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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[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?"