OPEN | No ploughman's blade will cut thee down, no cutlass wound will mark thy face

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel and YOU
WHAT: Open post for December
WHEN: The month of Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Let me know if you want a starter.

Pel's baby bump is unmistakable for those who look for any amount of time, at first. By the end of the month, it's clear she's pregnant even from the corner of someone's eye. These days she is dressing in loose clothing, with a proper gestation corset to support (but not suppress) things both up top and below. None of this slows her down.

Courtyard

Here's something different: a known mage fighting a training dummy with a perfectly ordinary sword. The blade is pitted from corrosion but extremely well balanced. Rather more unusual are the forms she practices--not quite like anything taught by human masters, some things about them completely unique. Obviously it all tends to follow with common sense--except that Pel doesn't strain with the weakness of someone whose muscles are still getting strong enough for this exercise. The sword in her hand could as well be a feather, and she herself weigh little more than one. The only clumsiness comes in the imprecision of her movements. Otherwise, she is incredibly focused, all attention directed inward.

None of this is to say she won't wake up sore, of course. As little strain as they seem to bear, those muscles are still being used, and not quite used to it yet. It's still better than the nausea, which still comes on if she does not exercise.

Barracks

At least once a night, Pel has to wake up to head to the privy. She has recently moved to the barracks and one very kind soul moved rooms to give her one of the beds closest to the toilet. Feel free to stumble into her one night, or two.

Early in the mornings, when dawn is barely underway, she loads up what she needs for the day in a pack and walks briskly to the keep. It's a good warm-up exercise for her morning training with the sword, so long as she keeps the pack light and leaves her books in the library. Her sword is on a belt slung over her shoulder, swinging as she walks. It looks like a bigger load than it is, especially as she practices bolstering her strength with magic. But she won't say no to helping hands.

Library

Today, she hit a point where she could not make herself think about work anymore. She can barely think at all, between stress and pregnancy brain. So instead of the endless droll, she has put her pen to a different use: a completely brainless story about Shartan and Andraste teaming up to fight crime. Also a stray piece of paper falls to the floor with two stick figures, one lying and one standing, respectively captioned "Sylaise" and "Sy stands."

If you creep quietly and read over her shoulder, she will take a while to notice.

Wildcard

[OOC: Daily Schedule]

Comments

[mythalenaste]

She's feeling cooler now, between the autumn air and the sweat, and she lets out a breath.

"Have you ever worked with Knight-Enchanters?" she asks casually.

[judgemewhole]

He glances over at her, before his mouth twitched up at the corners. "A few, in my time. It's an honorable title, Knight Enchanter. Many have served the Divines, in days past."