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[samahl]

WHO: Cyril and OPEN; starts for: Pel, Sam, Cassandra, Lex Luthur, Ellana, Anders, Kalli, and Bruce. Contact if you want your own starter.
WHAT: Cyril sells wares at his booth, and other assorted scenes.
WHEN: Throughout the month
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: None yet

In the courtyard of Skyhold there are assorted booths that sell a variety of items. When someone needs armor or other items, they can purchase them. The booth run by a small blond elf holds a variety of hunting traps, fighting traps, and other trinkets. He's fond of crafting little things of amusement, such a toys or puzzle boxes. Those typically don't sell as well, but he still enjoys working on them.

He's tinkering with one of them now, a sort of puzzle toy that has a couple moving pieces. He puts it together and tests it, then figures out he doesn't like the way it works and starts dismantling it to start over. Despite his apparent distraction, the moment someone comes near he looks up and smiles at them, welcoming them to spend gold here if they wish.

Comments

PEL

[samahl]

When Cyril first heard the news that Pel was expecting he had been distracted by how amazing that entire idea was. Pel as a mother was something that seemed so natural, and perfect. She was strong and sturdy and had served as a foundation for Cyril for so long. She was bound to do the same to her child.

He had been around pregnant women before, of course. It was impossible to avoid that when you grew up in close quarters with your clan, but he never had been directly involved with the whole process.

That's why he's surprisingly clueless about a lot of what to expects. He knows, for example, that swollen feet are a thing, but not when she would be experiencing them.

That day, when he sees her he comes over. He has some maple candy and offers it. "How are you feeling?" he asks.

[mythalenaste]

It's not Pel's feet that have been swollen. Nature has a way of giving a woman a boob job when she gets pregnant. Pel is wearing one of her more low-cut dresses to take advantage of it while it lasts.

She accepts the candy with a smile, looking up from her writing. "A bit tired, but nothing worse. Working on...magical things."

Meaning it's too complicated to explain to non-mages quickly enough that their eyes won't glaze over.

[samahl]

Cyril still tries to understand when he can. "Good magic things or bad magic things?" he asks, sincerely curious.

SAM (cw; Sam's recovering from injuries)

[samahl]

Cyril knows that Sam needs support and he wants to offer that support whenever he can. This time, though, that support is tinged with worry for him. The fight with the red templars hadn't exactly been kind to Sam.

Cyril comes up to where Sam is recovering and offers the human a small smile before sliding in to sit on the edge of the bed. "Hey," he says softly.

It's really difficult for him to deal with how many emotions are balled up in his chest at the thought that Sam was seriously wounded. It isn't has bad as when Merrick had been attacked, but there's still this tension he isn't sure what to do with.

[el_tybs]

The red templars having not been 'kind' was putting it lightly, but Cyril was only seeing the remaining injuries from that trip, after sessions of healing on the way back - the lot of them had been quite the mess afterward. But he is certainly no where near death's door, so it is fair that the elf wouldn't be as worried about him as he had been for his brother who had certainly been knocking on it.

"Hey," he responds back, smiling as he shifted to sit up more against the headboard, wincing slightly when his ribs protested a bit. Nikita and Leonard, who had previously been lounging over Sam's lap, meow in slight protest at the movement, but take it as a reason to get up and move over to Cyril for some attention.

[samahl]

Cyril reaches up and strokes the nearest cat while focusing his attention on Sam. "How are you feeling?" he asks. "Do you need anything?"

CASSANDRA

[samahl]

Since their conversation, Cyril hasn't had a lot of reasons to talk to Cassandra. Today, he doesn't have one as much either, but he finds himself by the tavern working on a crown of flowers.

He has one of his own, of course, that he's even wearing now. It's one of the undying crowns that Zevran had given out as prizes. The dance he had done to earn it had been fun and having the crown was a good reminder of that moment.

The crown he was making, though, was made of regular flowers. He weaved them in and out of each other and then tried to tie some ribbons in the back. However, he was having some trouble with a knot he was trying to make.

He looks up, trying to find any familiar faces. Unfortunately, for Cassandra, she's the one that he sees. "Seeker Pentaghast, do you mind if I borrow some of your time?"

[stabsbooks]

"Cyril Ashara."

Cassandra pauses at the sound of her name, raising an eyebrow as she takes in Cyril's appearance and the crown of flowers on his head. It's certainly an unusual look, but...perhaps it's a Dalish thing.

"Of course." She tilts her head, trying (and probably failing) to look friendly and approachable. "What is it that you need?"

[samahl]

He holds out the flower wreath. "Can I put this on your arm or head or something? I need to retain the shape enough to tie this part on." He knows it's a little silly to ask one of the leaders to put a wreath of flowers on her head, but hey - that's why he suggested her arm too.

LEX

[samahl]

ELLANA

[samahl]

Cyril and Ellana have a lot to catch up on and a small lunch together seems like as good a time as any. He's gathered a collection of food for them to chew on as they talk back and forth and then goes to meet her at a prearranged time and place.

When he sees her he grins. "You look good. Love suits you."

[serannas]

Ellana sits in a grassy spot, wearing a shawl she picked up in Rivain. It's not exactly the same as the one Keeper Shinasha of the Rivaini clan wore, but it reminds Ellana of her and makes her miss Rivain all the more. Is it possible to be homesick for a place you've never lived? She already wants to return. Maybe she won't be so starry-eyed if she gets used to the place and then it will feel like any other, but right now she feels it's really special.

Looking up from the journal spread across her lap, she smiles at Cyril's approach. "Are you sure I don't just have some silly, dreamy look on my face again? I have a habit of doing that." Granted, it's usually from thinking of the man she loves anyway, so he's not wrong.

[samahl]

"That might be a more flattering expression than you think," Cyril says as he settles next to work. He starts unpacking their food. "How have things been with him?"

ANDERS

[samahl]

Cyril has a lot of questions when it comes to what will be happening to Pel's body in the coming months. A lot of the questions he can ask Pel directly, but when it comes to things he can to do take care of her without putting her on the spot, he thinks Anders might be a good source of information.

He also likes having an excuse to go see Anders. When he seeks out Anders he's careful not to intrude if there's anything too Warden-y going on in the camp, and then waves a bit once Anders sees him. "Hello," he says, grinning at the greeting.

[justice_is_blond]

He brightens up at seeing Cyril, waving the elf over right away.

"Hello yourself." He's taken, the Dalish knows he's taken, but that doesn't stop the wink. If anything, it makes the wink completely safe. Anders likes safe flirting. "What brings you to grace my presence? I hope it's more than my cat."

KALLIAN

[samahl]

He has been enjoying getting to know Kallian and spending more time with her. She's such a beautiful person that he can't help that his life is better now for having her in it.

To show that appreciation, he's built her something. It's just a small trinket but he still wants to show her a sign of his friendship. Gifts are odd things when it comes to the Dalish, but the more time he spends away from his Clan, the more he enjoys partaking in frivolous sorts of actions.

This doesn't feel too frivolous though. Not if he can get her to smile. He hopes she will, anyway, as he seeks her out.

[kallian_endris]

Kallian isn't hard to find. Mostly, she's down in the valley with the Wardens, but her time in Skyhold is nearly always spent in the healing tents. Her dark hair is tied back with colorful ribbons, which belie the expression of serious preoccupation on her face as she is hard at work with a pile of herbs. When she notices Cyril, though, she brightens right up.

"Cyril! What brings you here?" she asks.

BRUCE

[samahl]

The garden is still one of Cyril's favorite places in Skyhold. It's even more so now that there's so many elvhen things there. It's like a sanctuary in the middle of this cold, hard mountain.

He enjoys being there, and helping to tend when he can. He arrives one morning before setting up his stall and notices a familiar shape there.

"Bruce?" he asks, as he approaches the man carefully. It had been a long time since they had spoken. They weren't particularly close either, so Cyril wasn't sure if his presence would be welcome.

[amygdalae]

Working in the garden gives Bruce a sort of peace that he rarely finds these days, with everything that's been going on. It feels like its been one thing after another and its been hard to simply--take a moment. So now that he does have it, Bruce is sure trying to make the most out of it.

Still, that doesn't mean he isn't open to conversation. He glances up from where he's crouching between some patches of elfroot, seeing Cyril as he approaches and manages a smile. "Hello."

[thetyrant]

Logan had little enough to spend, but something to fiddle with and keep his mind off the shard, keep his hands busy, might be good. He kept his left hand concealed behind his back as he approached the stall. It was clenching and flexing and he didn't have the energy to make it hold still. But maybe an actual distraction would make it easier.

"This is clever," he observed, picking up a puzzle box. "We have something like it in my realm."

[samahl]

Cyril hasn't met this man yet and he automatically looks him over, sizing him up and taking in the long limbs and regal stature with a certain level of appreciation. At the mention of 'realm,' Cyril perks up a bit.

"You're a Rifter?" he asks, though he doesn't wait for confirmation before jumping to the next question. "Do you mind telling me a bit about your home?" He's always fascinated by the variety of places that Rifters come from. There's worlds like Kirk's that are futuristic and impossible to fully imagine. Then there are world's a little more like Thedas.

The fact that Albion probably falls more into the second one won't mute Cyril's enthusiasm for learning more. That just makes the differences all the more interesting.

[eolasemah]

For whatever reason, Sina and Cyril haven't crossed paths too often. She knows him by sight and is always pleased to see him, as she is with all of Clan Ashara.
She has no gold to spend, but approaches his booth with a smile and a small, shy wave. "Aneth ara, Cyril," she says, "what are you working on?"

[samahl]

"Oh, hello Sina," Cyril replies as he looks up at her with a smile. They might not know much about each other, but he still respects her and is friendly. "It's a puzzle box. I have a few there." He gestures to the small grouping of them. "In case you want to try them out."

[onlyhymns]

Cade doesn't really... talk to Dalish. Not except Beleth, who talks to him, and he's only just becoming more comfortable with it.
He's situated a safe distance away from the effeminate little elf and his shop, reading a book under a tree and generally trying to stay out of the way while still enjoying the last of the warm weather. Periodically he glances up and around, as though anxious someone is about to sneak up on him, and then looks back down. It's exhausting, being him.

[samahl]

Cyril is packing up his shop when he notices Cade. He finishes up and then walks carefully over to the young man. "Hello?" he says, because he isn't really looking forward to surprising Cade. When the blond looks up, Cyril is holding out one of his puzzle boxes. "This is for you."