WAR TABLE: wtf is happening in the anderfels

[ichaer]

WHO: Ciri, Inessa, Merrill, Rachette, & Alistair
WHAT: After the situation with the Wardens of Weisshaupt went from bad to worse there has been little coming out of the Anderfels. Time to find out just what is going on.
WHEN: /waves hands in a timey wimey wibbly wobbly vague way
WHERE: Andefels, Hossberg
NOTES: Violence, mentions of serious injuries and some gory bits. OOC Plotting here.

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[ichaer]

"I imagine. You were really young when you left to go to the Circle, huh?" She can barely remember her life when she was four-years-old. Probably being forced to wear dresses and to stand in front in place for hours while some painter did her portrait.

"It'll be interesting, I think. Be nice to not be a Grey Warden for a day or two and just... forget for a little bit before we have to get back to all this craziness." She grins, reaching up to pet Kelpie down her mane. "And we can pick up some supplies to make our tent a little more homely."

[circleprodigy]

"I was four, so there's much I don't know or just don't remember. If I didn't have a good memory, I might have forgotten my roots altogether. It's happened to many mages who arrived young in the tower. One of my mentors only remembered her life in Kinloch Hold, nowhere else." It's a strange thing to explain, and only a fellow Circle mage is likely to understand in full, but she's not bound by oath to keep any Circle secrets, even if that mattered now.

The thought of shedding their Grey Warden roles has Inessa thoughtful, as she tries to think of the last time either of them had that much time off, and comes up blank. "Will we even know what to do with ourselves? An interesting dilemma. And a little decor sounds good, as long as it's easy to pack and store. Really, though, anything other than yet more furs is appreciated. I think we're set on those for the rest of our lives."

[ichaer]

"Sometimes I have a hard time remembering how life was before the Blight. I was eleven but sometimes things only come back in weird blurs like my mind can't get past everything that happened during the attack on Denerim."

There is no sadness in Ciri's voice but more... thoughtfulness as she stares forward. The most vivid memory she has of is her grandmother covered in sick black ichor that made her gag, clutching a knife and frantically trying to rub the blood off her face. She remembers scrambling and climbing atop a chair to get away from the blood pooling on the floor and then--

Then she shakes her head and smiling slightly. "I can take you dancing but none of that fancy stuff and we can stuff ourselves with apple tarts. It's the best time for apples now so they'll be great." Her smile grows and she cannot help but chuckle. "Definitely no more furs."

[circleprodigy]

"Some memories have a way of taking so much prominence that all before them fades. I understand." Inessa doesn't pry for details, knowing that if Ciri's in a mood to share, she will. And if she isn't, that's fine.

The topic of an impending vacation seems to improve her mood, anyhow. "Apple tarts and dancing? How can I resist? It will take some time to reach the other side of Thedas again, but even so, it'll be well worth the wait. Just don't spin me around too much after all those apple tarts, or you might regret it." She'd probably go with along with it anyway, despite the warning. Ciri can make anything fun, and it's easy to lose herself in the dancing, just like earlier.