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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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He held it up and sniffed hard.
Then sneezed.
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"You light it," he explained patiently.
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"When it runs out, I will make you more."
Incense was a hobby of his, insofar as much as someone like the Medicine Seller could have a hobby. And as anyone who liked something, it was nice to share with others once in a while.
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"She pleased everyone else because she was never pleased with herself. It's warm."
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A thousand different faces for the world and none of them hers. She had 'killed' herself so many times, there was nothing left underneath. Yet still she thought the masked man had saved her.
Perhaps it fell in love.
"She was able to leave," he said. He wasn't sure where to - perhaps Ochou had died that day or perhaps not. Either way, she had been able to move on.
"The base of that incense is golden copal resin. It is not often I get to work with such quality imports."
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Cole nods slowly at the words. They mean nothing to him, but he files them away, golden copal resin, it's something that the Medicine Seller would appreciate if Cole comes across it.
"It was satisfying to make, to shape and know it would burn true."