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]

Traveling with a covered wagon was so much easier considering their child passenger. Of course there is the question of where the wagon came from but that's not important. What is important is that are very quickly running out of run along the wagon's wall due to Baldewin's love of drawing wyverns and nothing else especially more so since they picked up those drawing pencils and paper in Val Royeaux.

She's seated inside with legs hanging out the back of the wagon, resting and giving Kelpie a chance to relax without all that extra weight on her back. Most of her focus has been idly watching the Orlesian countryside pass by or listening out for anyone coming after them but it has been oddly calm since entering Orlais. Well calm enough until she's distracted by a tap on her shoulder, turning to suddenly find a number of papers being shoved in her face and one giggling three-year-old hidden somewhere behind it all.

One glance at them tells her what they are and she sits up, beginning to pass them out to the other four members of the Best Mothers in Thedas group. "Special delivery!" Hope you enjoy cute pictures of everyone riding colorful wvyerns that the Prince has already happily named for everyone.

[circleprodigy]

Sitting beside Ciri while Garahel stretches his legs and runs around alongside the wagon, Inessa alternates between quiet chatter, resting against Ciri and watching the young boy if his current babysitter needs a break. She doesn't have a natural knack with children, but it's not difficult to take advantage of a child's natural fascination for magic, or love of canine company. Either way, that time doesn't pass as slowly as she thought it might.

Fighting off a yawn, Inessa stretches a little and smiles as she's handed a drawing. "A true masterpiece. I'll be certain to thank the young prince." Hearing herself say that, she can't help but laugh a little. "We've made it back to the south and it still hasn't quite sunk in that we got away with that."