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WHO: Sina and yyyooooouuuu
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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Iskandar had taken to coming here lately. It was a peaceful location and enclosed as well. This way his pup and kitten could roam around somewhat freely without him having as much of a worry about them being trampled. Then again both were intelligent enough to avoid that so he wasn't overly concerned but it was still better to be here for a little bit each day.

And that was how he happened to notice an elf maid caring for the plants. Curious, he went over to have a look at what she was doing, glancing over her shoulder. Not a difficult task given his height.

"Ah, what is it you do there? Are you one of the caretakers of these plants?"

There's a moment now, no patients to see to, most of the prep work done.

Alan settles a short distance from where she's seated, hands folded quietly in his lap. He's been an irregular presence — even more so of late — but helpful enough when he ambles through. Usually he waits until Anders is on shift, hasn't seen Sina in more than passing before.

"It tires you out," A small comment, neutral; a glance to the side. Alan passes over a cup of water. "Doing all this."

This time, Wren waits for nightfall, when she's certain the gardens will be empty of her own business.

She can count on one hand the number of friendly Dalish that she's ever spoken to. Even then, friendly would be rather stretching matters — but they're all over the damn Inquisition, particularly wrapped up in its research. If she wants a view of that, she can't afford to alienate them entirely.

Besides. She liked the girl.

She waits a polite distance back from the tent, lifting her voice slightly to call:

"Siuona," A greeting, a step forward into view. "It's Wren."

He was drawn to nature and, like her, he began and ended his days in the garden. She would be forgiven if she thought him a spirit with his silver hair and pale skin; he also had a tendency to wear grey or shades of blue. He was in mourning - and would be for his entire stay - so bright colors were not appropriate.

Thingol spied Sina one morning as he observed some new growths with gentle fingers. He gave her a small smile:

"Well met, lady. You are hard at work, I see."

The nice thing about being a seller of medicines was that it made you innocuous enough not to be a threat, and useful enough not to get immediately ejected from anywhere if you showed up unexpectedly.

His reason for visiting the healing tents was not entirely altruistic. It wasn't even for business, though that was a handy enough excuse.

Mostly he was just curious and wanted to poke around.

"Pardon the intrusion," he said, bowing mostly out of habit. "I am looking for a healer."

Sina has never fully adjusted to the idea of domesticated animals, but she doesn't mind them as long as they don't disturb the gardens or the wildlife therein. Cats are, of course, welcome for keeping the pests away, but she's herded out one or two for trying to kill the birds. ...which are also pest control. C'mon.

It is quite easy for Iskandar to look over her not only because he's very tall, but because Sina is exceedingly small, even for an elf. That and she's on her knees, marking some of the bulbs she's been planting, when he speaks to her.
Sitting back on her heels, she turns around and is... somewhat startled to see the human towering over her, though really no one she's met is so imposing as Korrin, so she's able to offer a little uncertain smile instead of just fleeing.

"I am," she confirms, "are you looking for something?" People will often help themselves to certain herbs.

As a fellow somewhat irregular presence, Sina sees no harm in this. The other healers are glad to have her when she's around, and don't begrudge her her absences. It's more or less common knowledge now.
She's leaning against a post, breathing measuredly through her nose and trying to focus on anything but the pain, when Alan speaks to her. She turns to look at him wearily, and gives a small, grateful nod as she accepts the water. Sometimes it hurts to speak; having a magical artifact hanging out right over your lungs can have that effect.

For all intents and purposes Sina is friendly, even if those who have problems with the Dalish might encounter some resistance from her. Luckily, most people seem to stay away from that, and she's as grateful for it as they are.

She tilts her head at the sound of her name, and angles it back behind her to see who's calling. Then she smiles and lifts her mug in greeting. "I can make more tea," she offers.

Sina would be a lot more surprised to see someone of Thingol's ilk if she weren't already so familiar with Galadriel and Thranduil, but she can't help but still be mesmerized by the ...grandeur of him. She smiles in spite of herself, low-key awestruck, and inclines her head.
"Aneth ara," she greets, "forgive me, hahren, I don't believe I know your name."

Sina has a scarf over her mouth to protect her from a mild bug that's been going around, but she pulls it down when she's addressed, offering a pleasant smile. "I may be able to help," she says, "though if it's something serious I won't be of much use."

"No, no. Nothing like that," he assured, raising his head.

"I have only been told - " repeatedly, for that matter, "- that my wares would be of use to the healers."

He smiled.

...That is to say, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly and his fixed, unblinking gaze stayed completely the same. But it was an attempt.

"You see, I am a medicine seller."

Well, it's an answer. Alan nods, and slips up again, moves to fiddle with the elfroot in a corner. It's another few silent moments before he has it on to boil, turns back.

"Do you know the story of the fox and the badger?"

His head tips to the side slightly in question, an indication she needn't speak herself. It's what his aunt used to do when he was really ill: Tell stories, give him something else to think of. He doesn't know Sina's particular trouble, but the shard's position is unusual — as good a guess as any for the way she's in.

He was one of the Firstborn - unlike Galadriel and Thranduil - thus he was even brighter than them. He had stood in the Light of the Two Trees of Valinor and bathed in their glory. Few Elves could claim they had even seen the hill of Ezellohar, which boasted the two mighty plants on its uppermost point. Those who stood before Telperion and Laurelin were forever changed and given a new radiance that never faded - much like the Light of the Sun and Moon.

Melian's influence too had transformed him, though his height had decreased upon entry to this world. She was a Maia and his Queen - the Maia were a powerful race that were meant to protect and guide the Children of Arda. Melian served the Valar (a race that was only second to the creator of all (Eru)) directly until she and Thingol fell in love. Her power was shared with him and it had left its mark on his skin and in his heart.

"Elu Thingol is my most current name, though Thingol will do." he inclined his head in return, kneeling down to examine her work, "What shall I call you?"

He finds her when she's resting (something that happens more often now, he notes), looking maybe a bit too pale to be normal. For a moment he thinks about telling her to rest - but knows that its pointless. It's not as if he's a good example himself.

So instead he brings a cup of tea over to her and hands it over. "Here. Hopefully it helps." It's just regular tea, but maybe that's all she really needs. A good cup of tea and a bit more rest.

"Ah no. I just find such respect of nature to be a wonderful thing and thought I might watch you since Hephaestion Alexander and Achilles Alexander are currently exploring together."

Sitting down on the ground near her so that way he wouldn't tower over her quite so much, he offered her a warm smile as if to say she had nothing to worry about with him. Settling his hands on his knees, he nodded to the plant she had been looking at when he'd interrupted.

"What is this one? I am still familiarizing myself with the plants of this world so I am not so familiar with what all of them look like."

Korrin almost never visits the healing tents -because of someone whose name rhymes with Shmanders- but that still leaves the Garden for when she wants to check on Sina. If she has time in the mornings and Sina can use the extra pair of hands, she'll offer her help...but more often than not, training has to come first and she has the evenings free instead.

Such as now. Making her way over to the tent, the Vashoth woman smiles upon spotting Sina and her tea. Perfect. She covers the distance in a few strides, sitting down so that her much shorter friend doesn't have to suffer neck-strain. "Good evening, Sina. What do you think of the latest in Skyhold fashion?" She pats her 'stole' which is really just a yawning Lux curled around her neck.

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"Expensive to have to feed your clothing, isn't it?" Nahariel calls good-naturedly from behind the new trellis she's putting up, her hands full of bits of string.

Another person who avoids the healing tents is Araceli after her lengthy (in her opinion) stay at the end of last year. Most of the healers are still happy to see the back of her after her behaviour unless she's doing one of the odd supply runs because she knows all the shortcuts. Lux tends to stroll through though because who doesn't love a fox that wants to be petted and told he's handsome?

Said fox that she's been trying to track down for the past hour after he disappeared on her when she was checking up on The Walrus. So she's up on the rooftops of the gardens right now.

Watching. Waiting. Yeah you fat little shit how long before you notice her staring from on high. Or someone else.

Months have passed since Morrigan and Sina first met, months in which much has changed within Skyhold; things have come to light, so many elves are recovering their history, Orlais might usher in new change if that sticks but there are a few constants. Generally Morrigan puts in a request with a runner for things to be brought to her but she'd rather go to the source for this.

(The raven bearing the request was her, whether Sina knows that or not.)

The door is ajar to let in air and light, Morrigan's office not far from the gardens as it stands. Various plants from the Wilds are growing by the windows, her desk is the same organised chaos as ever, and there Morrigan herself sits, seemingly expecting company.

"Oh."
Sina's smile is polite, if caught a bit off-guard. She can't help but find the man a bit unnerving, but there are others who have that in common with him, so he shouldn't take it personally.

"...perhaps," she replies, "can I see what you have?"

Having finished drinking from the cup, Sina offers it back to him and gives a simple "no", more mouthed than spoken. It's clear she's interested.

All of this is more than Sina would probably ever comprehend, but she smiles anyway, dazzled by his sheer... elfiness. "Thingol," she repeats, "I am Siuona, First of Clan Dahlasanor. But you can call me Sina."

The Doctor had been out of sorts since his return to this time. Without the adrenaline and needed focus that was used in the future, his thoughts turned to the past. And he was feeling more trapped than ever. Today, he was loitering near the healing tents. He wanted to use his abilities and to help. But since it wasn't magic and just old-fashioned science, he was fairly certain he wasn't welcomed.

In fact, he didn't feel like he belonged here and he had no idea why the Inquisition was keeping him around at this point. He had a sympathetic smile as he saw Sina working away. He approached her.

"Hello, Sina, how are you doing today?"

She looked somehow worse than when they had met, but he wasn't about to mention that out loud. At least not yet.

Alan takes the cup, sets it beside the brewing tea. A minute as he considers, intones his voice to begin:

A fox from the high southern hills was traveling through a valley that belonged to the north wind. Upon spying a trespasser, the wind grew angry, and blew winter down upon him.

As the fox lamented his fate, an old badger called out to him saying: Friend, it is too rough about like this. Come with me, and you may shelter a night. I shall lead you back in the morning.

The fox agreed, and they set about the long journey to the badger’s den. Though he tried to remember the path, the fox soon lost track of its twists and turns. Ah well, he thought, ’tis better to be in company, than alone on a night such as this.

As they walked, he raised his paws to his mouth to blow on them.

"What do you do that for?" Asked the badger, who could not make heads, nor tails — nor paws — of the fox’s strange gesture, which was not the way of lowland animals.

"My toes grow number with the cold," The fox explained. "And my breath warms them."

"Foreigners," Sighed the badger. The fox found this peculiar too, but carried on. This man has done me a good deed, He thought. It is not my place to judge his manners.

When they arrived, the badger set about preparing a stew of roots and field mice. Soon he served a steaming cup before the fox. But when the fox raised it to his lips, again he began to blow:

"Friend, is it not warm enough?" The badger was aghast, remembering the fox's explanation.

"It is too hot," The fox replied. "And my breath cools it."

"That’s it, out you go!" Roared the badger, who had a small mind of these matters. "I won’t have aught to do with anyone who blows hot and cold in the same breath."

A smile, a refilled cup: This time, strong and hot.

Between the Doctor's arrival and the various tasks he's been doing, Jamie's been busy enough as of late that he hasn't had much of a chance to visit the gardens, but this morning is another matter. It's a rare day where he has nothing to do at all, and the faint hint of warmth is enough to draw him towards the gardens after a brief stop at the kitchens to gather a bit of bread, cheese and fruit. The notion of having of a wee bite to eat while enjoying the spring morning has its appeal, but when he sees Sina working, he decides to change direction and head her way instead, waving enthusiastically with his free hand as he does so.

"Hullo, Sina. How're the plants coming along?"

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