(open) we're living in the currents you create

[ichaer]

WHO: Ciri; open + a few closed threads
WHAT: A general catch-all log for the later half of the month + early half of next month. It follows the aftermath of three hideous missions.
WHEN: From late-Kingsway into early-Harvestmere.
WHERE: Skyhold, various
NOTES: Possible talks or inner dialogue about rather gruesome events, torture and injuries.

✖ camp shady

There is a part of Ciri that is glad to be back in this silly little camp. It has been a long month of traveling and she cannot hide the tiredness in her form nor the marks each mission has left on her. Only the wounds received from the wolf have not healed as easily though compared to the others. Magic has largely been unable to help the process along but she does not mind the bites the creature left behind even if it leaves her left arm weakly tucked at her side more often than not as she makes rounds around camp to check in with those she knows.

What she has not missed a dirty sleeping space. Gone for so long has allowed dust to build up while bed sheets are covered in dirt from the nights she would just come in and fall asleep without changing. Throughout the day she can be found moving stuff out, washing sheets and clearing away dust. There is a new addition to the space she shares with Inessa in the form of colorful drawing that were clearly done in a child's hand.

This also means a bath for certain mabari that she shares space with because if everything is getting a good wash down then so is the dog. Of course, it isn't going quite as planned. Garahel doesn't like baths and he is certainly showing just how much that rings true. Ciri is more of wrestling him into the large bath she has set up outside, trying to give into the mournful looks or fall over onto the ground. She does eventually fall over but it is straight into the bath with Garahel who happily licks her face as she sits there soaking wet and covered in suds.

✖ training

Despite the injuries lingering on her left arm it does not stop her from her normal training routine. She does avoid the battlements for now instead balancing atop fence posts near the stables to practice her balance, sword routines and flips. These missions put her against enemies that she normally did not face in the field and she cannot be unprepared for them again if this were to become the norm now with the Inquisition. Abominations, creatures made from the dead and infused with magic. That wasn't even counting for those infected by red lyrium -- the Templars, Wardens and possibly darkspawn now.

Outside of her normal sword routine then she is jogging up and down the many staircases of Skyhold while happily making sure to avoid those that might just be trying to make it back to their rooms and not using a giant fortress as a running course.

✖ healing tents

With some wounds unable to heal with magic, it means trip to the healing tents every so often to get her bandages changed and new medicines applied. She knows the very basics of first aid and thus leaves it to the professionals. That doesn't mean Ciri likes it though and she spends most of her time in the tents frowning and squirming in her chair. She nevertheless shows up every day to make sure that her arm received the needed treatments and had not developed any sort of infection.

Today is no different as she sits, squirming ever so slightly but letting the healer do their work for her arm. "Looking any better?" She cannot help but ask because although it looks better to her it does not mean it looks the same for someone that actually knew what they were doing.

✖ library

The library is not a usual hunting ground for Ciri but recent events have driven her here to search through the numerous tomes the Inquisition has gathered. Although she has not spoken of the events that occurred in Emprise du Lion it does not mean she has forgotten them nor the promise she made with Nessa to destroy those that allowed it to happen. She believes a piece to understanding would be understanding the bodies that had been found down there, mutilated and missing certain organs.

This is what leads her to finding an empty spot, surrounded by anatomy books and sketches from her memory of the bodies found in that cave. Hopefully there would be some sort of answer to be found somewhere among the books.

✖ wildcard

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Comments

[ichaer]

"Lead the way, wise one." Ciri says, chuckling. Her own arm is still bandaged up but she no longer favors a sling and instead lets it fall to her side. She does not expect a fight but anything could honestly happen these days.

"And be sure to keep grip on your coin purses. I can still remember the first time I visited the market when I fight broke out in the middle of it because of a theft. The victim punched the culprit so hard I was almost hit with one of the teeth." Again, she chuckles. "My grandmother didn't let me go back to the market for almost a year."

[circleprodigy]

Wincing slightly at that, Inessa does as suggested. "A wise decision, I would think. Garahel, remain alert. Perhaps that will help deter any would-be pickpockets." That is, if the armored and armed folk didn't do that anyway. But Garahel snaps to attention, ready to act should it be needed.

[thecookery]

"Maybe he should just hold all our coin," Avery suggests with a smirk. "See if anybody dares snatch it from his mouth."

She doesn't need the warning, really. By this point she's used to pickpockets and worse, having grown up in one of the city's worst districts-- Alienage aside, of course. She's definitely been the one sending teeth flying on a number of occasions.

[ichaer]

"As much as I love him, I'm afraid he'd try and eat all of our coin. I don't think anyone would much care for us shaking him and saying we'll have the coin later."

It's said with something of a grin. Ciri was once a pickpocket like some of the ones that wandered around these streets though she focused on bigger targets back in Orlais. Though the fancy nobles there usually had far too much fabric in the way to actually notice anything missing until far, far later once they were home.

Thankfully, she finds little in the way of trouble on the way to the tavern. In fact people usually gave them a wide berth which she imagines, once again, has more to do with their armor and the less than pleasant rumors surrounding their Order. All the better, honestly. The sight of the tavern is a welcomed sight and Ciri takes in a deep breath as they enter. Chicken, ale and yes, they welcoming smell that was no doubt Denerim.

"Let's find ourselves a table."

[circleprodigy]

"No, probably not." Garahel whines at Ciri; he wouldn't eat coin when there are so many better-tasting things about! Inessa calms him with some heat-pattings and he's mollified by the time they reach the tavern. She doesn't seem to mind the wide berth people give them on the way, certain that at least in her case, her mage and elf status hardly help matters. But she won't apologize for what she is, nor is she actively looking for trouble. When they enter, Inessa catches the scent as well and smiles.

"I believe Garahel is doing just that. Follow the leader, shall we?" She watches the mabari weave his way around people, until he comes across an empty table. Then he barks to let them know where it is and plops down on the floor beside it, ready for some of that chicken to come his way.

[thecookery]

Well, who is she to argue with a dog's choice of seating? Clearly, he's the expert here.

Avery doesn't even say anything. Just lets out an amused huff and shakes her head as she follows Garahel over and takes a seat at the table he's picked out. Only then does she ask, "You sure about not giving him any coin? Looks to me as if he's expecting a tip for that job."