(OPEN) and when the currents circle back again

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WHO: Ciri; open + some closed starters in the comments
WHAT: Ciri finally decides to get her butt to Kirkwall after a month of who knows what and being who knows where.
WHEN: Throughout the beginnings of Bloomingtide.
WHERE: Kirkwall, various
NOTES: Nothing to mention, will update as needed if anything does come up.

— ｇａｌｌｏｗｓ.

It is not cold here in Kirkwall but Ciri cannot stop sniffling throughout the trip across the harbor. She would have appreciated the chance to sit still for a moment after far too much time spent in the saddle following one very long trip across Orlais and back again before the trek through Nevarra, and finally on into the Free Marches. Unfortunately this boat ride across the harbor is anything but smooth and she wonders if she'll be becoming fast friends with the bottom of Kirkwall harbor soon.

Thankfully (or unfortunately?) that is not the case and with a neutral look, she frowns up at the sight of the Gallows and all its... well, she wouldn't call it glory. Huh, weird. She almost misses the cold valley and all its mud now.

"Hey!" She calls out to whomever happens to share this unfortunate space with her after a moment of needed frowning. Ciri possibly even has to turn her head a little more than needed depending on where said person is standing due to the noticeable swelling and dark bruises under both eyes with one verging on closing shut. The barely scabbed over busted lip along with other various bruises and cuts paint a noted story.

"Could you point me to where medical has set up?"

Might as well tend to the important things first.

— ｌｏｗｔｏｗｎ.

A literal month on horseback left little time to spend on any actual walking and even less on training. Despite a few days of rest, Ciri's leg ache and continue to feel like jello if she pushes herself to much. It is, without a doubt, hideously annoying. She also detests being cooped up inside the walls of the Gallows so she gets back across the harbor as soon as she possibly can and gets to work.

Work, of course, means climbing up Lowtown's less than grand build and getting a taste for her freerunning skills once again. She had to be creative in Skyhold but the city here gave her enough obstacles to push herself out of the comfort zone she had fallen into back at the isolated fortress high in the snowy mountains. It is, in all honesty, the most fun she has had in ages but it all ends rather suddenly when a leap between building falls short.

It isn't a long drop by any means but it knocks the air out of her already hurting lungs. It doesn't help she likely barely missed landing atop an unfamiliar (or possibly familiar!) person. A person that she can only look upwards at sheepishly, smiling.

"Uh, hey." Boom, born charmer.

— ｈｉｇｈｔｏｗｎ.

Compared to Lowtown, Hightown is almost a completely different world. The citizens mostly keep their space as she walks, indifferent to the white-haired Warden in her armor and carrying on conversations that don't register much to her ears. Not that she is not curious, this is a new city and new country that she is wholly unfamiliar about despite her travels. Nevertheless, she cannot bring herself to care much about the gossip of latest fashion disasters or who was caught kissing who in the painting room.

She does get distracted in the high class, pricey line of shops and stalls peddling everything under the the great sun. Ciri truly cannot help visiting a few, glancing the wares over and even mulling over a few of them and their details. Maybe you're also glancing over the trinkets, robes, weapons or other wares when suddenly you have a young woman at your side, dressed in shiny Warden armor and wrinkling her nose.

"How many bushels of apples do you think one of those amulets could buy, you think?"

Asking the important questions here...

— ｓｔａｂｌｅｓ.

Perhaps you're here visiting your own mount, caring for the others or just enjoying the day. Whatever the case my be, there is now one black mare invading your personal space. In her mouth, she is carrying a rather large basket of shiny red apples and snorting impatiently toward whomever was unfortunate to be the first person she found. Whatever could she need?

"Kelpie! Kelpie, get back here you terrible apple thief!"

Again, the mare huffs and suddenly moves to trot behind your back as if she can hide as Ciri suddenly rounds the corner. Huffing, clearly out of breath and dusted with dirt and grass as if she had fallen. How strange.

"Don't think you can hide from me!" Just what family fight have you found yourself in?

— ｗｉｌｄｃａｒｄ.

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Thankfully, Atlas had conditioned Kirk to not be quite so shocked when he saw an equine face so suddenly near his. He didn't jump thank goodness, merely blinking and taking in a breath of that hay-horsey smell mixed with apples. Oh, apples! His mouth watered, realizing he hadn't eaten since breakfast this morning. He heard Ciri a moment later and chuckled when the horse attempted to him to hide behind.

"I'm not quite that big, sweetie," he shook his head at the horse, but reached into the basket and took an apple, tossing it up and down in one hand by the time Ciri came around. He grinned at Ciri, the horse obviously behind him. "Kelpie? I haven't seen a Kelpie anywhere."

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Ciri huffs, breathing hard and clearly favoring one leg over the other as she steps forward with a small smirk. Kelpie lowers her head more, ears flicking and giving her owner a equally loud huff of air in greeting.

"Is that so?" She asks, verging on amusement more than exhaustion. "Perhaps she has finally come to live like her name. If that is the case then I should go to check the the harbor, perhaps the locals have noticed a shape-shifting horse."

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Kirk turned his head back to the horse that still seemed to be trying to hide behind him, which made him question the animal's size perception, but it was cute all the same. A for effort?

"Come on now, don't make her go all the way to the harbor. It smells there," he chided the horse, stepping aside as if he were pulling back a curtain on a secret.

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And Ciri, hands on her hips, just watches with a huff as Kelpie is shown to the world. The black mare returns the huff with one of her own, playfully showing her teeth but making no step to move closer to her rider.

"She'd throw me in the harbor if given the chance," she muses. "Throw my apples in there too if she stays mad at me."

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"Oh, now why would you be mad at Ciri?" Kirk clucked the mare, as if she might somehow answer him back as he reached up to try and claim the basket from her. "Did she brush you a bit to hard? Or was she to slow to get you an apple?"

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"Because I got into a fight." She says, much like a child who has been caught with her hand in a cookie jar. "And I might have hurt my leg a little."

Kelpie, in repose, huffs and stomps one hoof in the dirt. Her eyes cut to Kirk like a defeated parent who is exhausted with their dumb child.

"Okay, so a little more than little but I can walk so it's fine!"

Again, the horse seems to sigh.

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"Ah, so you're just looking out for her," Kirk said with a sage nod, patting the mare on her neck. "Like a proper friend. How often does she do this kind of thing, huh? I bet a lot. She seems the stubborn type, like me. You and my friend Leonard would get along spectacularly," he cooed to the horse, brushing slow strokes down the expanse of her neck.