The secrets in the snow

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli Bonavenuta, Morrigan, Yngvi; open
WHAT: Catch-all for Wintermarch
WHEN: During Wintermarch
WHERE: In and around Skyhold
NOTES: Yngvi threads might have discussion of previous character death. Starting in third person but action spam welcome! If you want a closed starter, let me know on plurk or discord!

Comments

[inagutterson]

"She'd fucking love me, don't be so rude, old ladies love me. Look how skinny I am, they always want to go feeding up poor waifs and that's what I am under these furs." He's just not going to go stripping off up here because he's very attached to his nipples thanks very much. "We don't go to Rivain unless it's really urgent, respect to Nasir because he has to go scouting about alone. Same as your lot wouldn't be going off to Seheron. Or other bits of Rivain, bits of Rivain are all Qunari now too. Makes trading hard for the family."

He means the Carta when he says that, sometimes it gets muddled when he can be referring to three separate families at any given moment (Aura and the hold, the Boneflayers, the Carta) for anyone that isn't him and used to the juggling.

There's a punch aimed at her. Not very hard because Korrin would probably go for him back just as hard and he's not really in the mood for it right now but he can't not. "Nah, y'know when there's a foul wind? Not that kind of foul wind? Just a normal one, like when there's a weird lingering fog that makes everything smell odd and stuff? That's Asher. Honestly, read a book." He learned this shit Korrin, disgraceful, listen to him tutting at you like some old Chantry biddy.

[gatheringstorm]

Of course Korrin just stands there and takes the punch because she's a solid brick wall like that and snickers. That she's wrapped up in furs and such only means she has extra padding to absorb the blow. "You'd rather think of as a smelly fog? ...though his namesake has that covered, sometimes. I'll have to pass that on to Mal, bet he'd love it. I'm more partial to the 'groaning old man' kind of wind for him, myself. Every time you hear it, you know he thinks you're being a little shit."

She straightens as though expecting to hear a judgmental wind at that very moment. The battlements aren't lacking for wind anyway, but it's louder than the sort she has in mind. "You're not wrong about her wanting to fatten you up, she'd be shaking her head and getting read to make some spicy meal big enough to feed an army. Maybe one day I can get her to the Free Marches to see my parents, but I wouldn't expect her in the south. She says it's too damn cold for her old bones. Hell, it's too cold for mine." Southerners are too tolerant of terrible climates, and not enough nearly heat-tolerant enough. They're so weird like that.

[inagutterson]

"I mean a foul wind that doesn't come from your arse, that's what Asher is. Dark and stormy night things, come screaming through the tent threatening to take what bits of roof Skyhold's still got. That's Asher. Weird shit like that. Still think you're trying to outdo my brood, you trying to say something with that overgrown lump?"

He doesn't really understand the appeal of them if he's honest but they didn't even ride horses unless they had to in the Boneflayers so mounts aren't a part of his life.

Snorting, he shakes his head. "Thought she was a Qunari once? We have old ladies where I come from, down in the undercity and they don't whinge about the cold in their joints."

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin kicks at him with slightly less strength than he used to punch her, well-aware of her own and that she has to watch herself when dealing with smaller folk. "She was, a long-ass time ago. And it's not like they have weather down in that undercity, do they? Doesn't count. Besides, it's not healthy to mess with people strong enough to break away from the Qun and survive outside it. I should know."

She shudders, remembering Tama's ire when she was being an idiot, or directed at others who dared to think they could pull anything over her.

"Maker, is everything a competition with you? Maybe I wanted to name him after Asher just because I could. Unless I stole it from some child you managed to spawn when I wasn't looking, you're the whinging one now.

...fine, I can live with an Asher-wind like that. Thinking it's him being his usual asshole self will make those more bearable, anyway."

[inagutterson]

Rude to be honest. You're lucky he's wearing less traps than usual. "Yes they do." Korrin his eyes are going to roll right out of his skull and down the mountain then who'll have to go fetch them? Not him because he won't have eyes to go fetch them, do you see the issue here? "The wind comes howling right in with the wind and the rain and the sleet and the thunder, it's exposed. Used to be mines. I've never lived in Orzammar and even I know you need ventilation. Who'd pay to fix it anyway? Viscount got his head cut off, Meredith got herself a big sword, and well look what got declared Champion. A fucking dog. No, a dog would've been better. Would've been less stupid."

Kirkwall you disgraced yourself naming a doglord the Champion of Kirkwall. The hint is in the fucking name. Asher took him out at the right time.

"I ate my siblings." Chomp chomp, down they went. Of course it was a competition, what isn't? You don't shrug off a childhood like Yngvi's because you aren't a child anymore. Someone is always watching him. He knows that. Can't trust a single fucking dwarf he sees. "Here's the thing: Nug Wellington. Rump Roast. Truffles. Stroganugg. I can threaten to eat them if they upset me. Asher ain't around anymore to rip off his shirt and wrestle yours which is sad because I'd pay to watch that. Wouldn't even try to cheat either of you."