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[Open] But finally one day roses fade away
WHO: The Medicine Man and You!
WHAT: A catch-all for March/Drakonis
WHEN: Drakonis
WHERE: Skyhold and beyond!
NOTES: Will add as necessary
WHAT: A catch-all for March/Drakonis
WHEN: Drakonis
WHERE: Skyhold and beyond!
NOTES: Will add as necessary
Old Aching Bones - The Baths
The hotsprings had been a pleasant surprise - a little reminiscent of home, for whatever measure one could consider the winding road (or the overgrown wooded path when one took a wrong turn) home. It had struck him that Skyhold had, in a way, become the closest thing he ever had to a place to belong - at least with regards to the duration he spent in one general area.
As he set aside his clothes and pinned up his hair, it dawned that he may have to rethink how he was going to adapt to this strange new world and how that meant changing his methods. Sinking into the water, he stretched and flexed his hand where the Rift Shard had lodged itself. It was what tethered him to this Inquisition and all the trappings thereof which limited his options. He couldn't stray too far from other shard-bearers unless he had a nice stash of opium to keep the pain in check.
That made things... tricky.
He leaned back, letting the hot water drain the tension from his muscles and bones. It occurred that one possible solution might be actually working with others.
Which meant giving other people some modicum of trust.
His nose wrinkled at the very thought. How dreadful. Nothing good ever came of that.
Raw Materials - Outside Skyhold
The Medicine Seller was testing just how far he could go before the pain in his hand grew unbearable. The shard, it seemed, kept him on a relatively short leash, but he could at least get out from the stone walls of Skyhold and enjoy the clean mountain air.
There was another purpose to his wandering aside from just it being relatively nice out. The warm winds carried the promise of spring and a few brave, early blooms were making an appearance in the valley below. It was time to see the natural habitat of some of the new herbs he'd be working with in the days to come.
Elfroot seemed capable of growing in just about every condition imaginable. He'd stocked up already on that just by wandering along the perimeter of the market place. He couldn't go a few paces without a few shoots of it peeking up.
On these little outings, he could sometimes be found following a mountain creek to a clear pond, traversing its muddy shore, picking blood lotus and spindelweed. Other times, he could be found sprawled out comfortably in the boughs of a dogwood tree that sported a few early blossoms - perhaps he'd be enjoying a smoke from his pipe or just the simple fragrance from the tree.
A Strange Stranger - Skyhold
The Medicine Seller was like a very large house cat in both habit and demeanor. He was simultaneously curious and aloof, and had a tendency of vanishing for long amounts of time, only to turn up when he wanted to buy a warm meal.
He moved quietly, his wanderings around the fortress seemingly aimless. Sometimes he would stop dead in his tracks and stare unblinkingly at a crack in the wall or at a corner of a ceiling. Occasionally he'd pause to watch the training in the courtyard, or eavesdrop on gossiping servants to entertain himself.
Sometimes he wouldn't stare at or listen to anything in particular, but instead mutter wordlessly to the strange jeweled blade he sometimes kept tucked in that ludicrous sash.
He didn't seem to have any regular sleep cycle, but then that was centuries of traveling that had left him with that particular issue. Rather, he tended to catnap for a few hourse wherever a warm fire and relative absence of hustle and bustle presented itself.
And sometimes he'd be sitting comfortably, legs dangling off the side of the battlements as he gazed out over the Frostbacks. Despite his mask-like expression, there was a sense of melancholy as he took a long breath from his pipe.
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"Nonsense. I hardly mind telling others to go to you for their troubles when your product obviously worked," he assured him, giving a stretch as his muscles began to melt in that glorious way that tingled just right. "Besides, Rifters should look out for each other too, right?"
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So much so he actually tried to sound sincere and not like a bored asshole.
As far as Rifters looking out for each other... well. Kirk wasn't wrong, and the Medicine Seller rather hated that fact. Despite having very little in common, there was a thin green thread that bound them all together, and that was a source of deep ire. Still, one good turn deserves another.
"If there is ought I can do for you, you need only ask."
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He picked up the difference, and his lips might have quirked a little bit in pride at having drawn some other tone out. It was a bit like when he got Spock to express something other than his usual stoic expression. Little victories here and there to be enjoyed.
"If you don't mind me keeping you in my back pocket to help out with wounds to keep them from getting infected or getting sick, that's enough," he assured him. "Which means I might be calling on you a lot. Trouble seems to follow us when we go on missions in one way or another."
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Still, it meant he would likely be considered useful enough to travel with others beyond the fortress and if getting out meant swallowing his pride a little, it was a small price to pay.
"You are too kind. Though I am sure you are certainly not one to instigate any trouble."
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Well, he was better than most he had come across, and frankly he trusted herbs over the magical workings. He just couldn't wrap his head around it, not fully, despite the fact it seemed to work a lot like the medical instruments of his day. Just with... magic. But that was the problem. There wasn't a reason he found that what they did should work, and it frustrated him, made him distrustful to a degree. He preferred the medicine sellers' herbs, something he could understand, to that. It might sound boorish, even ignorant, but it was how things stood in his head.
"Oh, my friend, you know me hardly at all," he laughed wryly. "I think in my world someone just had an aneurism from those words being uttered."
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"Am I to infer you are one to incite trouble then."
How terrible - he had such faith in you, Kirk.
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He hears that tone and he glances to him with narrow eyes that sparked with amusement. Had he given that part of himself away already?
"Hey, in all seriousness, it finds me," he defended himself. "I'm just not the type to run from trouble when it does find me."
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"My, my. How courageous."
He looked up, his cold, flat stare meeting Kirk's more vibrant eyes.
"What kind of troubles would seek you out?"