OPEN POST - there's a green glow coming from the library window

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel Ashara and everybody in Skyhold
WHAT: Pel returns from the Fallow Mire with crazy amounts of research and will wall herself up doing work and being totally antisocial unless you save her!
WHEN: 19 Firstfall...or is it the 20th? Today. Today and really, really late tonight.
WHERE: Skyhold courtyard and library
NOTES: This is prior to the general return from Skyhold, obviously. Pel just caught a ride back to Skyhold well ahead of the crowd.

Arrival

It turns out a large caravan full of pious Andrastian humans will leave a tiny heathen elf-woman alone if she carries herself like she's about to kick someone's ass. The trip from the Mire to Skyhold was uneventful. In fact, there was never a good enough reason to use her magic, so none of the van was tipped off that Pel is a mage.

Unfortunately, she had no pack mule, so she's having to haul a lot of crap around by herself. One of the nicer people let her keep her heavier things on his cart, but now she's having to get it all unpacked carrying it with her own two hands. She's too proud to ask for help, but you can offer it if you like.

Library

From the time she arrives, she's in the library. During the day, she can be found bent over books. Sometimes, she's asleep on top of one.

At night, long after the keep has gone to bed, a green glow can be seen in the library window, flickering like flame. If someone chooses to check this out, they will find Pel standing over a stone slab with a veilfire flame in her hand, held over her work like a candle. A rune on the slab gives a faint green glow in response. The fire reflects in the elf's eyes like a cat's as she stares suspiciously at you.

Comments

[mythalenaste]

"Only one of them's a relation." But that's a technicality, they're all family.

She sits and gives him a surprised look at the nickname. It's...actually not an objectionable nickname. Kind of badass, actually. And he has no reason to know about her affinity with ice magic, either. Hunh. And here he is, making food. Food means something. Food and time are precious resources, and here he is giving her both. She has softened quite a bit when she is presented with the plate, and reaches immediately for the fruit.

"I would love some." Anything hot sounds really good. She starts wolfing down fruit and cheese, pauses to polish off the meat, and finishes with the fruit again, beginning and ending with the sweet things. It's incredibly satisfying.

[wickedchase]

There's the change in demeanor. It becomes more obvious, and he takes a second to observe her before he's going back to fixing some tea for the both of them.

"There y'go. We can be an imposing gathering of strangers across Thedas, but when y'get down to it, we all need the same thing." He grins, waiting as he lets the water steep, and he nibbles on a biscuit.

When all is said and done, he presents her with a cup for her to fill at her heart's content, and a metal teapot. He pours himself a cup before he's sitting down across from her.

"You already look more cheery." Or as cheery as she gets, he presumes.

[mythalenaste]

"I'm tired. I just got back from the mire today." It's not a complaint. More an explanation for her sudden cheeriness. She warms her hands against the cup.

[wickedchase]

"And then right to work." Twisted Fate snaps a biscuit in half for himself, absently offering one half out to her. "Sounds like someone was excited. By which I mean you, of course. I suppose working with the Inquisition brings about a lot of opportunities like this for you? Finding old artifacts and such."

[mythalenaste]

"What else was I going to do? Spend the day doing nothing, after I spent days doing nothing except travelling and spinning?"

[wickedchase]

"Well, I'd have slept, personally. Big then, long trips exhaust me." Twisted Fate grins and shrugs. "But I guess you just have better fortitude than me."

He takes his plate of biscuits. "Anyway. I promised I wouldn't take too much more of your time. Better to cut it off soon or you'll never work."

There's a bow of his head. "Enjoy your night, frostbite."

[mythalenaste]

She makes a small noise and folds her arms on the table, resting her head on them. She doesn't want to move.

"Thank you for everything."

[wickedchase]

"You're very welcome." He grins down at her. "I'll come by again in a few minutes. Just in case y'nod off. Until then, have a good night."

At that, he struts away from the kitchen, off to read his terrible, terrible novels.

[mythalenaste]

She somehow manages to drag herself to her feet and into bed by the time her mysterious and theatrical benefactor comes back, but she left a cup of tea and a few biscuits for him.