faderift | Take me to the water's edge [open]

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Take me to the water's edge [open]

WHO: Rey and YOU
WHAT: Stuff Rey is doing for the month of Harvestmere
WHEN: ~whenever~
WHERE: Skyhold
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i. riverside

Rey can be found often standing on the river bank, a little ways away from the camp, where she thinks no one will see her. Even after her lessons have concluded for the day with Obi-Wan she'll come here to keep practising, picking rocks up from the riverbank using nothing but the Force, then throwing them out into the water.

Sometimes she sees if she can find the same rock and pull it back, other times she'll try to angle a smooth stone, perfect for skipping, just to see if she can skip it with her will alone. And sometimes she'll get frustrated with that and just actually physically skip stones, something she learned to do in the water troughs at the edge of Niima outpost when she was young.

ii. tower

Sleeping in the barracks was something that Rey wasn't quite comfortable with, too many bodies, too many people she doesn't know well enough to trust letting her guard down around. So for a while she'd taken to sleeping in nooks and crannies around the castle, wherever she could tuck herself to avoid getting trampled on or spotted. Finally she found herself a room that looked unoccupied, possibly due to the massive hole in the wall facing the valley. Rey is however something of an expert in patching up sad hovels into something liveable. She hung a heavy wool blanket across the hole, and added some nails she acquired to pin it into place when night fell and the wind blew.

Anyone who happens into the tower her room is located in, whether looking for her or not, may find her with tools spread out on the floor as she attempts to install a locking mechanism into the door. She doesn't own much, certainly nothing anyone would want to steal, but a lock will make her feel more at ease at night.

iii. hot springs

Rey can count on one hand the number of times she's used a bath with actual water. On Jakku every drop was precious and needed more for hydration than the luxury of cleaning oneself. Sonic showers were the norm, and even those had been fairly infrequent. She'd had a real shower before leaving to try and track Luke Skywalker down, it had felt bizarre to waste water in such a way.

Standing looking at the hot springs now, she still feels that way. All the same she needs to get clean, and she knows this is the best option, the other being the freezing river. She's getting better at tolerating the cold, but she does still have her limits. This isn't her first time here, but she's still unaccustomed to the concept, so it's late at night when she's less likely to run into someone else. With a little puttering she puts her things aside, before making her way into the water, letting out a sigh as the heat seeps into her skin. It's the closest she's gotten to the Jakku heat since arriving in Thedas, and strange as it is, it's not unwelcome.

After soaking it in for a few moments she sets to the task of letting her hair down, wanting to be in and out in as short amount of time as absolutely possible.

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Korrin's own room isn't too far away, notable by the blue seashell painted on the door. It's a fair guess that the small room was likewise in terrible repair when she and Araceli first claimed it; that was the point, taking something they were pretty sure no one else would want. Nobles wouldn't want holes in the roof or walls, or a room in the mountains without a working fireplace, after all. But bit by bit, they made it livable. She's just a little too selfish to go live in the barracks when she can snuggle in privacy with her kadan.

Upon exiting and searching the nearby area, Korrin comes to a stop when she realizes that the empty room in that nearby tower is empty no longer. The girl is instantly familiar, though it's been a while since they last spoke. Korrin can't forget a person with her own lightsaber, after all. The tall, horned woman pauses by the entrance, noting the tools on the floor with interest. "Want an extra pair of hands? I'm not needed anywhere, at the moment."

Energizing rocks to move them is nothing new to Christine, and seeing Rey doing this down by the river has her wandering a little closer to watch. She can tell the woman is a rifter, but there are plenty of those here with magic of their own. Making no effort to hide the sound of her footsteps, Christine still doesn't speak until she's at the water's edge.

"Performing a magical exercise?"

Iskandar had decided that a ride would do his horse some good. Now that they both seemed to require exercise as well as food and rest again, it seemed rather important to provide his companion with that. Which was how they came across the girl moving stones with what must be magic. An impressive thing to be sure!

He smiled a little then guided his horse over to her, both beast and man huge. Getting down off of him, he brought him closer to the river for a drink as he directed that smile her way. "My apologies for interrupting, my friend. It seems you were rather busy!"

At least he recognized that much.

Personally, Yngvi has perhaps one bath per year. But Yngvi is a responsible nug owner now (when he hasn't just unleashed many nugs amidst Skyhold after arriving in truly flamboyant style) as can be witnessed by him sloshing about by the river with some nugs squeaking by him.

Not in distress, just squeaking. At least until a stone comes too close to Nug Wellington who barrels into Rump Roast, and Rump Roast startles Truffles. Stroganugg, aloft in Yngvi's arms, makes a noise of protest as Yngvi stares because humans. Humans are weird.

"D'you know how slippery nugs are?" He calls as he bends - not very far since, y'know, he's a dwarf - to try to get Nug Wellington back under control before he's off on a wild nug chase. Truffles retreats to between his legs and safety though Rump Roast has other ideas, and heads straight for Rey.

Late at night seems the only time she ever has to herself, and with both Zevran and the baby asleep it seems as good at time as any to try and unwind a little. People have been suggesting that, after all. Nonstop. As though she didn't know perfectly well how to take care of herself.

She's bundled up in a fur-lined robe on the way down to the hot springs, with a few towels folded over an arm to assist once she's ready to climb out. She pauses, however, when she sees the young woman already occupying the spring. It's something of a surprise to see anyone out here this late.

Mia draws to a halt just short of the spring's edge.

"Ah. My apologies. I didn't mean to disturb anyone."

Hermione has snuck off on her own to secretly practice her magic enough times that she can tell when someone else is doing the same. She's not sure if this particular person is trying to hide the fact that she's a mage or if she just wants some peace and quiet, so she doesn't interrupt her, even if she watches her from a little ways off, curious about her little project.

When the girl wraps up and turns around, Hermione realizes that she can't quite pretend that she hadn't been watching, and it would be rude to turn away without a word after being caught staring at a person. So she cracks a small, only slightly awkward smile, asking, "Is it harder to do your magic without a staff? I've never quite been able to determine if that's something only certain mages can do."

Cassandra, too, prefers to bathe alone, less out of any sense of modesty than simply because she enjoys the solitude. Normally she rises early, and makes do with a splash of cold water from a bucket after her morning workout. But she's up late tonight, and in the mood to indulge herself.

The hot springs, half shadowed in the nightly gloom, appear to be empty at first glance - though, to be fair, she doesn't look particularly hard before stripping down, smalls joining the rest of her clothing in a heap on the edge of the water. She stretches luxuriously, silhouetted at the edge of the water, before she steps in and sinks down at its edge with a sigh of her own. Her head tilts back, her eyes closing, and only once she opens them again does she notice the other figure, a few feet away in the water.

"Oh." She stares at the young woman, at a loss for anything intelligent to say. "I - had thought I was alone."

Obi-Wan finds her by the river, that morning, watching her ping stones off the surface of the water. It's an idle thing, with all the real intention and emotion of childhood behind it, and something about the moment makes him loath to disturb the peace. She has already progressed remarkably-- her control is improving by leaps and bounds, and he feels no sense of pressure, no need to push. Obi-Wan long ago came to trust his feelings, and so he stands, listening to the plunk of stone and snowmelt, the rush of water, and the wind-sound muffled by the encroaching mountains.

"I was thinking," he said, finally, "Today, we should begin with meditation, if you like. I'm interested to see if we can't pry more meaning out of the vision you mentioned."

Qui-Gon had done that too, phrased most directives as if the course of study depended entirely on his student, and now Obi-Wan found himself falling into the same habit. It made him smile to think of it, and for once without the accompanying pang of loss.

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