open | I remember way back then

[nadasharillen]

WHO: Nari Dahlasanor and YOU :D
WHAT: Building, drinking, hunting, night-walks; you know, whatever.
WHEN: Nari catch-all for Firstfall/Nov.
WHERE: Skyhold and surrounding environs
NOTES: N/A



[Skyhold Main Hall]

Andrastian, Qunari, Templar, Dalish, Circle, Dwarven, Avaar--the balusters alternate in their carved imagery all the way up the hall's twinned staircases. Their creator is sitting crouched at the bottom of the northern stair, putting the final touches on the very last pair in the set, to be installed at the base of the stairs: the flame-wreathed eye of the Inquisition, set in the crossbars of its sword, the blade and pommel of which form the baluster itself. The small dark elf is whistling cheerfully as she polishes it to a glowing luster, raising a polish-stained hand in greeting to any who pass through the doors.


[Kestrel House]

Late afternoons find Nahariel working on the crest rails of chairs with painstaking progress, carving one small feather after another into the dark wood. If one were to look carefully at the sides, they might find a sharp line amidst all the gentle curves; little hidden blades, unyielding against the softness of the plumage.

Her concentration is so total that she'll not notice anyone entering the room--the kind of trust which might be deemed unwise in a house of assassins.


[Elsewhere]

Trying to keep up her slightly rusty blade-work at the practice pells, repairing chairs--and getting paid in ale--at the Herald's Rest, sitting in the Undercroft staring really really hard at a slab of stone, visiting Boggy at the Stables and more!

[Holler if you want a starter. <3]

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[circleprodigy]

Meeting that hand with a small, slender one of her own, Inessa smiles. "I'm Warden Inessa Serra, and my canine companion is Garahel. This is not a constant occurrence, I promise. He is usually much better behaved, but baths are the bane of his existence."

From the sheer whining alone, one would think Garahel was being tortured every time he was given a thorough rub-down. She reaches into a belt pouch, withdrawing some jerky. "He hasn't had a snack in a while, so there's a chance his stomach might betray him. It is our one hope."

[nadasharillen]

At the sight of the jerky, Nari's stomach betrays her with a loud grumble. She startles, clapping a hand over it, and then laughs ruefully. "Sometimes I forget to eat while I'm working. If it works on me, I'm sure it'll work on him too." She gestures for Inessa to lead the way through the Warden's quarters. "I'll follow--or, if you like, I'll stay in the doorway and block the escape route?"

[circleprodigy]

That stomach-rumbling prompts a soft chuckle from Inessa, who considers the options before nodding to the latter. "Garahel will likely try to make a run for it but if he sees you, he ought to stop. He knows better than to knock people over or jump on them, as I've trained him against that since he was a pup. If you like, you can have lunch with us afterward? Once he's more presentable."

For now, though, there's a willful mabari to stop.

[nadasharillen]

Nahariel pauses briefly to consider how easily a full-grown mabari could bowl her over, but shakes her head. Surely if Inessa says he won't, then he won't. And if he does? Well, a few dirty paw prints would fit right in on her working leathers. She brushes her hands off on her thighs, and tugs her tunic back into place with a nod.

"Right--I'll wait in the doorway," she says, slipping out into the hall. After a moment, her head pops back into view to say "Lunch sounds lovely," with a quick grin before disappearing again.

[circleprodigy]

Garahel doesn't stay in hiding for long. As Inessa searches, she can hear a thump coming from behind one of the beds. When she heads over to investigate, the smelly mabari bolts away. "Garahel! Come back here, you--"

Just as predicted, he heads straight for the hall, intending to bolt out the front. But the presence of Nahariel has him skidding to a stop, not wanting to knock her over. He makes a hurt, confused whine. Was she in on this plan to stop him?