[OPEN] That which makes you different...

[madame_de_fer]

WHO: Vivienne and OPEN
WHAT: Catchall for November, including Mage Liason availability, prospective clothing choices for the Winter Palace, Knight-Enchanter training, and etiquette lessons
WHEN: Start of the month, leading up to Winter Palace event
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Open to all, if there's something not listed here you'd like to do, lemme know or dive on in.

[Balcony]
So much is happening now and in the weeks to come. As always, Vivienne is installed at her balcony, holding court in a sense. Most days, her attention is given wholly to the business of meeting and working with the mages in the Inquisition in all their varied backgrounds and philosophies. No matter how petty, or grave, their concerns, she listens to them with undivided attention. Uncouth behavior will earn them a displeased stare, but those instances are few.

There is, however, an addition to her balcony in the form of a favored tailor. The Inquisition will be present at the Winter Palace for peace talks, as security and support. But they absolutely cannot show up at the Empress' home in Halamshiral looking like scruffy ragamuffins. The Iron Lady is pleased to offer advice, and the services of the tailor, to assure that a good and respectable impression is offered and maintained. Both in fashion and in manners.

[Courtyard]
Mentoring the young mages is just as important to Madame de Fer as is being available to the adults in their number. In truth, she finds the proper care and education of the apprentices and novices to be just as crucial as putting forth the proper foot when mingling with the nobility. As she has reminded others, there is nothing so dangerous to a young mage as a lack of knowledge. Vivienne has no intention to be thought of as negligent when it comes to the training the children. And privately? She enjoys it.

The First Enchanter stands in the center of a gaggle of youngsters, delivering a lecture on staff creation by apprentices. It's a skill they should all acquire and practice as it will serve them all their lives. The lesson is going less than ideal, however, as random outbursts of giggling break out when some apprentice thinks she's not paying attention. The source of their glee appears to be a copy of Thunderstorms In Your Room! being passed around with only middling sneakiness.

[Chapel]
Typically Vivienne keeps her personal devotions both personal and private. There is, naturally, a small icon of Andraste which she's had added to her balcony, but beyond that, she makes no grand showing of her faith. Some cynics could argue she expresses it in her adamant support of the Circles and their place under the care of the Chantry. (They wouldn't be wrong.)

But today is something of an outlier. In the early hours of the morning, she breezes into the chapel, as if strolling into the summer breakfast room at Bastien's estate. On entering, she crosses her heart and then lowers her head to recite the Chant. Only someone who frequents the sacred space regularly might realize how unusual an event this is. Has she turned more devout or is there something pressing on her heart? And does she even have a heart?

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Chapel

[madame_de_fer]

There is no shame in Vivienne's attendance at the chapel today, but she does find herself a touch surprised that someone has joined her. It does not prevent her from completing her recitation, but once she has, she glances over to see whose company she shares.

Pleasingly enough it's the young Harimann. She understands there's been some sort of a skerfluffle with him that has had his superiors have to step in, but beyond that, she's not made herself privy to the particulars. Vivienne has always known him to be polite in her presence, if a bit skittish, and has no complaint with him otherwise. She does rather think of him as a jumpy puppy, though.

He receives a small smile from her and a dip of her head. "It's always pleasant to share the Chant with others, isn't it, my dear?"

[onlyhymns]

A jumpy puppy he basically is, but Vivienne is among the few around whom he feels at least somewhat more comfortable. She's safely in his realm of familiarity, and he can speak to her without fear of saying the wrong thing or offending her.

"Yes, ma'am," he says quietly, a small smile twitching onto his face. He hesitates a moment, then adds, "...there... often isn't anyone to say it with, this early." It's a low-key inquiry on what brings her here today, but only if she feels like explaining.