Getting your own room in the Skyhold barracks doesn’t necessarily require a noble title, or heaps of money. Sometimes all it takes is some well-intentioned bureaucratic bullying.
The room is tiny, but it’s undeniably private. If you don’t care about daylight, breathing room, or being able to fit multiple living people inside, it’s perfect.
Of course, the steward has a job to do and people to yell at him, and he’s not about to give up so easily. They’re currently arguing exceedingly quietly and calmly in the doorway, both wearing expressions of deep, deep exasperation.
GARDENS
They’ve done a fine job of the garden, with its nooks to speak and pray. There are areas which require caution — too close to the interior walls, sound travels in a castle — but against herself, Wren finds it comforting. It’s a little like the courtyard they kept in her village, before the Blight poisoned its grounds.
Perhaps you catch her while contemplating a statue of Andraste, or holding a hushed conversation with a Chantry sister. She might even be rolling her eyes as that Chantry sister leaves (you saw nothing).
Maybe you’re picking flowers, having a smoke, or sharing a lewd joke in the most deliberately annoying place possible. The world is your oyster.
TRAINING GROUNDS
She makes it a point to train with the mages that will have it. There are red templars enough still afield, to say nothing of those turning to other employment. They’ll benefit for the preparation.
She imagines that it’s therapeutic for some — and it if it reminds an extreme few to think twice before trying to pick off one of the Order, well. She won’t quibble.
It’s winding down now, and she pulls off her helmet to breathe, eyes shut. She focuses on the breaths, counting slowly, in and out.
... So it takes her a moment to notice you’re there. That's probably why her expression reads: Dude, why are you there.
WILDCARD
[ have fun son. hmu if you have any questions, but i'm probably down. ]
OTA | Barracks, Gardens, Training Grounds.
Getting your own room in the Skyhold barracks doesn’t necessarily require a noble title, or heaps of money. Sometimes all it takes is some well-intentioned bureaucratic bullying.
The room is tiny, but it’s undeniably private. If you don’t care about daylight, breathing room, or being able to fit multiple living people inside, it’s perfect.
Of course, the steward has a job to do and people to yell at him, and he’s not about to give up so easily. They’re currently arguing exceedingly quietly and calmly in the doorway, both wearing expressions of deep, deep exasperation.
GARDENS
They’ve done a fine job of the garden, with its nooks to speak and pray. There are areas which require caution — too close to the interior walls, sound travels in a castle — but against herself, Wren finds it comforting. It’s a little like the courtyard they kept in her village, before the Blight poisoned its grounds.
Perhaps you catch her while contemplating a statue of Andraste, or holding a hushed conversation with a Chantry sister. She might even be rolling her eyes as that Chantry sister leaves (you saw nothing).
Maybe you’re picking flowers, having a smoke, or sharing a lewd joke in the most deliberately annoying place possible. The world is your oyster.
TRAINING GROUNDS
She makes it a point to train with the mages that will have it. There are red templars enough still afield, to say nothing of those turning to other employment. They’ll benefit for the preparation.
She imagines that it’s therapeutic for some — and it if it reminds an extreme few to think twice before trying to pick off one of the Order, well. She won’t quibble.
It’s winding down now, and she pulls off her helmet to breathe, eyes shut. She focuses on the breaths, counting slowly, in and out.
... So it takes her a moment to notice you’re there. That's probably why her expression reads: Dude, why are you there.
WILDCARD
[ have fun son. hmu if you have any questions, but i'm probably down. ]