You drink the wise blood [Open]

[unbrokenoath]

WHO: Kaisa and whoever wants to hang out
WHAT: Kaisa's back from her mission and getting used to Kirkwall and also being Senior Warden
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Around Kirkwall
NOTES: n/a for now

Hanged Man

It's always been in Kaisa's experience that the first place you go in a new town is the tavern. That is where you're going to get a feel for the pulse of the town, what the people are like, what the gossip is. And how Wardens are going to be generally accepted, because that's been up in the air lately. So, after being gone for what felt like ages, it's only natural the first place she shows up is the Hanged Man. She's in her casual clothes, just in case, but there's no denying that it's a warrior that strolls into the bar like it's her own house, an easy grin on her face.

She doesn't look particularly worse for wear, at least. A little leaner, a little more tired, a brand new scar crossing her collarbone. But her grin is just as energized as it always is, her presence just as loud and apparent, even when she doesn't say anything.

And she doesn't say anything, just yet. Instead, she spends a few moments glancing from bench to beer-soaked bench, and then swaggers on over to the bar, plopping down. It's only after she places her order that she turns back to the tavern.

"Sooo. Who wants to hear a story that is at least 50% true, and 100% awesome?"

Chapel

The chapel in the biggest tower is nice, certainly. Bigger and prettier. But there's a quiet stillness to the smaller chapels that Kaisa likes. She may be loud the vast majority of the time, but when it comes to her religion, she appreciates a chance for quiet peace. It's rarely the same time of day, each trip she makes, but always at odd hours. Too late, too early, right smack in the middle of the day.

And once in a while, she shows up with some kind of decor for the chapel. Nothing fancy or particularly expensive, just things like a string of dried rose heads, or replacing candles nearly burnt up with new ones. It's the little things, really.

After she's finished adding whatever trinket she'd managed to get a hold of, she kneels in front of the altar for a minute or two, before stepping back to the benches. There, she sits silently for some time, staring contemplatively into the distance.

Teren

There's one thing weighing on her chest, after her conversation with Nathaniel. A worry nagging at the back of her mind. Eventually, it's decided that there's only one thing to do, which is exactly what Kaisa usually does in uncertain situations--stand tall and face it head on, with all the poise and delicacy as a druffalo in a pottery store.

So, a few days after her arrival in Kirkwall, she tracks down wherever Teren might be, and throws her arms in the air.

"Teren! I'm baaack! Did you miss me? Did you cry?"

Wildcard!

Throw something totally different at me! Or talk to me and we can come up with something.

Comments

[unbrokenoath]

Anders has already been firmly placed in the sappy friendship levels, as evidenced by the sappy speech he got at his wedding. It's too late for him, no refunds, etc etc.

Dodging is just another way of answering, really, if you think about it. And Kaisa does think about it, and decides against pushing the matter. Anders'll tell her what he wants to, and that gives her an idea of how it's been going, anyway. She takes a moment before answering his question, inspecting the aforementioned sorry excuse for ale.

"Well, it's better than wandering around in the wilderness with no ale and only my dog to talk to, so I suppose it's a step up from where I was hanging out for the last couple weeks." She gives a shrug, glancing around the rather shabby tavern. "Dunno if it's a step up from Skyhold, but I mean. At least we're not camping half an hour from everyone else, yanno? And I can't remember the last time I had my own room." Probably the hot five seconds when she moved to Amaranthine, before her little sister popped out. "I have no idea what I'm going to do with all that space. Decorate, maybe??"

[justice_is_blond]

"I am better company than a dog," he agrees teasingly. At least the tavern, while maybe not in great shape, isn't owned by Chantry-affiliated people. No matter where the Inquisition falls on some topics, it's still Chantry-based. And until they're done caging and enslaving people for what they're born able to do, he can have no faith in the Chantry or their allies.

"I could help you decorate. I've an eye for colors. ...Granted, I'd have to find time for that." Warden duties, healing for the Inquisition, setting up a Clinic again in Darktown, maintaining a relationship with his husband... He doesn't have a lot of time.

"On the other hand, if you feel like doing some harder labor in Darktown, you could help me there too."

[unbrokenoath]

"Sometimes you are," Kaisa replies breezily, a wicked grin on her lips. "At least you talk back. That's a mixed bag, but at least when you do it, I don't have to worry I ate the wrong kind of wild mushrooms." She spends a moment giggling at her own hilarious sense of humor, before shaking her head, waving a hand dismissively.

"I wouldn't ask you to tear yourself away from all your very important duties for someone as insignificant as me. Just, you know. Some Warden. No one special..." Kaisa manages to look morose for all of a whole second, before her lips quirk back into a smile, and she shakes her head. "No, but seriously--don't worry. Who knows how long we're staying here, anyway." She shrugs, taking a sip of her beer. "I never decorated because I never stayed anywhere long enough. Nothing to say that won't be the case now, too."

And as an afterthought: "Of course I'd help down there, though. Most of those people are Fereldan refugees, aren't they? I'd be glad to do what I can for them."

[justice_is_blond]

"Being constantly on the run isn't always a bad thing." A beat for dramatic effect. "It's simply mostly bad, unless you happen to enjoy scrounging for food and sleeping on the ground, all the while feeling pursued and hunted. Then you're good."

It's teasing. He knows Wardens get sent everywhere at anytime, and it's not just mages that get chased.

"All the same, I'll find time and give you a hand." Even if it takes juggling obligations, he wants to do it. Friendships are kept by working with others and spending time with them on top of what time they spend together on the field.

"If I didn't, well. You're Fereldan. You'd likely decorate in shades of mud and blood, as encouraged by the refugees you come down to help." He grins back at her. They're not all Fereldan refugees anymore, they're a mix of the desperate and needy and hurting, and he'll help as many as will let him.