Nahariel Dahlasanor (
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faderift2015-11-16 05:09 pm
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Fireside Chats
WHO: Nari Dahlasanor, Sam Gareth, Cole is Omnipresent, [your face here]
WHAT: Fireside chats at the Fallow Mire
WHEN: After camp setup, pre-going-out-on-quests
WHERE: Fallow Mire Camp
NOTES: All welcome!
WHAT: Fireside chats at the Fallow Mire
WHEN: After camp setup, pre-going-out-on-quests
WHERE: Fallow Mire Camp
NOTES: All welcome!
It's been a long journey from Skyhold for all of us. After the camp is set up, and after the first campfire is lit, Nahariel sits down by the side of the fire to warm her hands--and the rest of her.

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He had heard what both of them had said, but to which to answer first. After some thought Sam looks to Nahariel. "Not really eavesdropping if you're already part of the conversation. None of it is really private." Yet, but he's not about to just send her away.
"You've met him, or are you just saying what's floating around in my head?"
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He tilts his head. This time, he'd better ask before speaking up.
"Should I tell you what he thinks of you?"
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The question catches him completely off guard, the tension quickly stiffening up his shoulders again, but for a different reason. What Krem thought of him?
Yes "No." His tone is firm though not out of anger, but to stress that as much he desired to actually know he didn't want to hear. Shouldn't hear. "Those are his to keep."
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It was hard to be offered things that don't belong to you--or to the person offering them--and say no. Especially if you wanted them, which Sam obviously did.
"Do I get to ask who we're talking about?" she queried into the silence that followed, hoping to nudge the conversation back to safer ground. "Obviously the two of you know already, but I'm in the dark."
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"You should tell her. She wants to help you, too."
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A small sigh before he looks away from the spirit towards Nahariel. "We're talking about Krem. From Bull's Chargers."
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The huntress kept trying to make herself think of the Inquisition as a clan, but it wasn't the same. She was only here for Sina, to make sure she got the best care possible for the eerily glowing rift-shard in her chest. That's why she'd risk plague in a bog, that's why she'd go out hunting rare plants, that's why she'd walk barefoot through the Frostbacks. Not for the Inquisition. For her clan-sister. Why pretend otherwise?
She realized she'd started staring glumly into the fire, and quickly looked back up at Sam.
"Sorry," she said with an apologetic smile, "tell me about him?"
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The fresh wood caught fire, the flames giving off a soft pop. The next time they looked, there would be no one there.
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"He's... tough, strong, reliable... someone who you can depend on. Doesn't pull his punches." That last one has him chuckling a bit, leaning back as he settles in thinking about Krem. "He has a big presence, and others flock to him, taken in by his charm and how personable he is."
There's a soft sigh as Sam looks away, eyes turning back towards the fire, a small smile pulling the corners of his lips up. "He's thoughtful of the care of others. Very gentle as much as he is firm. He surprises you with small gestures, and while it isn't very often he has a great laugh."
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