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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closed; pel ashara

[foxsays]

After Val Royeaux and their talk in the cafe, Pel hadn't been far from her mind once the worst of Dairsmuid had been behind her and she'd been able to relax and enjoy herself as the mages had recovered before their journey to Skyhold. Armed with two bolts of fabric, one plain, one anything but, Araceli sets off in search of Pel.

She isn't entirely sure what Pel will make of the gift but she tracks her down with a smile on her face, material draped over one arm.

"Hola, I trust the day finds you well?"

closed; samouel gareth

[foxsays]

The note is left in the forge in Araceli's instantly recognisable handwriting. Though given that Lux is charged with ensuring the note is delivered safely, that's a dead giveaway that it really can come from only one of two people.

Samouel, can you meet me at the kitchens please? Lux will bring you to me. I have something I require your assistance with.

Yours,
Araceli Bonaventura.

The fox will not take no for an answer. Do you want a fox all up in your business Sam? Are you ready for that? Think long and hard about it.

closed; sina

[foxsays]

Even if Sina hadn't asked for a gift, this is Araceli Bonaventura and as such she's almost physically incapable of not bringing back a small something for a friend. Rivain is a long voyage by most standards, and meeting the Rivaini Dalish a rare opportunity so of course she has a gift tucked into a pouch at her hip as Lux scampers ahead of her.

He knows who they're going to find today, Sina who always smells good, with her small gentle hands and he barks when he spots her, racing ahead of Araceli who happens to up on the roof. She laughs from above before she makes her way down, landing with a backwards flip and a low bow to some startled applause from a few surprised onlookers.

(Look a girl needs an audience sometimes to bolster her ego.)

"Sina! Lux stop being a pest," she gives her fox a shove as she makes her way over. "I have a surprise for you! The good kind, not the 'I'm dashing off to go fight Templars' kind."

closed; anders

[foxsays]

Around the healer's tents is where Araceli does the bulk of her climbing; plenty of wall to work with, places for her to put piles of straw or hay to land in, an audience (look a girl needs her ego stroked sometimes), and well healers just in case something goes terribly wrong. Lessons are always ongoing in and around her own studies, thanks to the little note on the board since arriving back from Rivain; she wants the distraction and to be tired enough to fall asleep the instant her head hits the pillow at night.

(The shadow of Korrin's dying friend looms large in their rooms even when Korrin isn't there.)

Lux makes a noise when he hears someone approach, Araceli halting halfway up the wall to peer down.

"Come for a lesson?"

[arlathvhen]

When Beleth hears that Araceli is back from her trip, her first stop isn't to visit her fellow bard apprentice. Don't be ridiculous. Her first stop is to the kitchens, to sweet talk Burly into making some various desserts for them. It's only after she's secured the goods that she makes her way towards where she knows Araceli likes to practice her climbing, looking around.

"Araceli...?" She calls out, cautiously, eyes focused up. "I come bearing gifts. If I can't find you, I will have to eat them all myself." Or more likely, go find someone else to share with, because even Beleth has a limit on pastries she can devour. Of course, if this doesn't work, she could always try bribing Lux, next time.

Although the last time she tried bribing animals, that ended poorly. Hmm.

closed; martel

[foxsays]

Araceli goes searching for Martel with a renewed swing to her hips; being by the sea has done her the world of good even if Dairsmuid still casts a long shadow at unexpected moments, clouds on days everyone swore would be clear. She takes the rooftops as is her way, slides down more carefully with two neatly wrapped bundles tucked beneath her arm, and if the smell of the sea still clings to her then so be it, she's spent months wasting away up in a mountain for her precious few weeks by the water under the sun.

"I return from Rivain all in one piece," she greets though news travels, and she was very much not herself the last time (only, she realised later) addressed everyone on the sending crystals. "You may rest again. And I've brought you something more than just my good self returning though that of course should be enough for anyone."

closed; benevenuta thevenet

[foxsays]

Meeting with Lady Thevenet had been high on Araceli's list of priorities since there's something intriguing about the Nevarran Councillor, but grief is grief, and she wouldn't intrude on it. (And selfishly, something she would admit to no one since not a soul knows what Araceli is actually up to though she wonders if anyone has talked, has mentioned Korrin's rifter girl going from mage to mage asking this question and that question all under the same banner, she would rather have both her mind as singularly on the subject as she can.)

Then there was Dairsmuid and Araceli has needed time herself; these mages aren't wholly her responsibility but they know her best outside one another so she helped them settle, checks in with them same as she did Zevran's kestrels, then sends along a short note of apology to reschedule.

The library is practically her second home at this stage, no one batting an eye when Araceli makes her way up (if they do it's down to the gown in place of what she'd usually wear), knocking lightly on the door.

"Lady Thevenet?"

[motherfucking_ghost]

Araceli had been gone for a while. And maybe normally that's not something that would bother Church--she's a "bard" now after all, probably has things to do, people to sing to and/or kill, but her latest mission took her pretty damn far away, according to the maps. And what he's read about Rivain, it must be a damn sight like Spain or...Spain-adjacent like where she's from. The trip worried her--no, not the trip so much as the reasoning for the trip, the reason for getting people to go and fight some big bad guys and save some mages.

She might not consider herself a Rifter anymore, but Church still gives a fuck. So when he hears of the arrival of some worse for wear mages from Rivain coming, he's got energy to spare, poking around to see if Araceli is among those returning.

And when he does eventually find her, he makes his way over to her side. "Good hunting? Nice vacation? Did you buy some nice beachfront property and only came back to pack your things?"