In the turning of the seasons, in life and death

[motherfucking_ghost]

WHO: Church, Malcolm, Rachette, YOU
WHAT: Present timeline catch-all
WHEN: Guardian /wiggly hand
WHERE: Up down all around Skyhold
NOTES: Nab me on plurk if you want a specific starter

Church is starting to spend a lot more time in the tavern than he ever did before. Sometimes he's just hanging around, taking some notes. Sometimes he's cleaning up tables with a rag. Sometimes you can actually see him in the back doing what may or may not be actual work. Crazy! He's also spending quite a bit of time around the stables, trying really hard not to look intimidated by the steeds, learning to put on saddles, and you may even see him up on one. This is madness. This is Skyhold.

Rachette does a lot of training, whether it's with her blades, doing her best to cut up a dummy, or doing sick backflips off walls or generally trying to get her parkour on, or at a table with a bunch of scrap fiddling with traps. She's also fond of going out hunting. You can perhaps find her debating with a merchant about the price of turning a rabbit pelt into a pair of gloves or a nice hat. She sometimes hangs nearby classes without trying to look like she's actually sitting in. Learning but not like...being a nerd okay shut up who likes learning not her.

Malcolm hovers around the healer tents more than he ever usually does, either visiting those injured or getting injuries checked up on. He also seems to be making a point of starting to see if there's anything he can do to help despite not being a healer. His training has more to do with keeping the skills he does have sharp, whether through archery (where he has an interesting new bow that hasn't made an appearance yet), or working out, or sparring. He's willing to give advice to people that seek it. And as ever, there's always some point where he can be seen around the kennels or otherwise being with is poodle companion Milady, playing, training, being at least mildly adorable.

Comments

[sistertohermen]

"But it's...it's like rain, which is...water," sounds fake but ok, "but cold enough to freeze. How does sky-water make you thirstier?" Seriously, no wonder most dwarves are warned against the surface. Crazy rules.

"No, most of them died or decided they'd rather rot in cells or take punishments for being thieving little bastards. Most people don't take kindly to Carta. I decided I'd rather live and get to help out in the whole saving the world business." There's a couple moments peace in thought, before: "The Fereldans might go nuts for druffalo cheese. Surely with enough people to poke them, we could get a couple tamed."

[alankazam]

"It's the cold, not the water that does it."

Beyond that, he can't well explain, much as he'd like to. Some things he only knows by the doing. Alan considers a minute, admits,

"I don't see the point of cells." It's not the right thing to say, and he knows it, but he's not sure there is a right thing to say at all. At least this is honest. "The ones here don't seem like they're helping anything."

Just cages for unhappy people. It isn't like the halla in the pen, or the stables for the horses. He doesn't like those either, but the creatures inside them do. How do you learn to love a prison? What has to go wrong inside someone for that?

He doesn't know, and there's happier fare to discuss:

"There'll be babies, come spring. Those would be easier to handle."