[open] we all live and breathe
WHO: Sina and yyyooooouuuu
WHAT: Miscellaneous early spring interactions!
WHEN: Drakonis-ish
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: get er while she's still kickin
WHAT: Miscellaneous early spring interactions!
WHEN: Drakonis-ish
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: get er while she's still kickin
The Healing Tents
Now that the weather is warming ever so slightly, and Sina is feeling ever so slightly better, she's throwing herself back into assisting the Inquisition's healers. Though she uses magic sometimes, for the most part she's helping out by providing poultices, herbal remedies, and a soothing bedside manner to the ailing patients, keeping herself busy and no longer focused on the anchor in her chest.
This is how she spends the majority of her afternoons, with the occasional break to rest. She's not in perfect health herself, and it's showing more than ever.
Though in most cases she just seats herself off to one side until her strength rebuilds, there have been one or two incidents in which she has very nearly collapsed and required assistance.
If this upsets her, she shows no sign of it, at least not in the moment.
The Garden
Sina's early mornings to lunchtime are spent planting, trimming, and checking the progress of her various charges. They're starting to bud, which concerns her somewhat since frost is still very much a problem, but some coaxing (and perhaps the tiniest use of Keeper magic) keeps things moving along in a healthy and otherwise undisturbed manner.
She can be found here in the evenings as well, sitting outside her tent, sometimes with Nahariel, wrapped in a blanket and enjoying a cup of tea. She's come to think of the garden as home, it being the greenest place in Skyhold.
Elsewhere
There are times Sina can be encountered with her basket of herbs, making deliveries to the various offices and people requesting medicinal teas, or just in transit from one place to another. It's actually quite rare to find her inside the Keep itself, as the stone enclosures make her nervous, but she does have to pass through every so often.
Hippie.
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"No need to apologize," she says softly, with a little smile that doesn't meet her eyes, "many are still difficult. But we work hard to fight that."
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"..well... thank you," she sheepishly replies, "I do my best."
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"Honestly there are things I shouldn't be sharing about things I can do as well. I personally just have never cared to bother with that but I do respect those who feel they need to or want to."
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"The world is better for it," she decides. "Some things aren't meant to be shared."
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"What are your people like?" she ventures, hoping the conversation doesn't turn ugly.
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"People from all lands were welcome in my kingdom and it was one of the greatest times of learning ever known in history!"
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"...and the people who ruled them... wanted you there," she clarifies, hoping to hear either an affirmative or why he went in anyway. One might say the Dalish are a little sensitive on the subject of invasion. "They wanted to assimilate?"
And not, you know, be killed or put into alienages or Circles, or forced out into the lawless wilds.
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He rested a hand over his chest. "My name at birth was not Iskandar. It was the name I took on when I became King of Persia. My people were fond of me though and I had a great many friends among them."
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