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[lettersfromhome]

WHO: Mia Rutherford and you!
WHAT: The Commander's sister arrives at Skyhold.
WHEN: Just after people start trickling back in from the Mire.
WHERE: Skyhold's bailey.
NOTES: n/a

At last, she's made her way to the keep. It's been no small journey, but only a little farther than one she took not so many years ago. Then again, that had been years ago. A full decade now, and she might have been starting to feel it, whatever she might have said to the contrary.

That wasn't stopping Mia from bearing her own load, carrying her own belongings, and walking right alongside the next caravan headed to Skyhold.

She was glad now for the fur she'd brought with her, tucked tightly about her shoulders atop a well-used cloak. It was about as cold as she'd expected this far up in the mountains, though the sun had seen fit to peek through the clouds, and the snow was visisbly melting in the courtyard, leaving muddy puddles and little patches of green here and there. Mia's dark eyes shifted over the length of the bailey, over the scouts and soldiers and various people bustling about. Refugees, pilgrims, mercenaries, mages, templars...more than a few elves, and even a Qunari or two. Anyone else might have felt suddenly small in the midst of all this.

Instead her back straightened, and the first passerby who didn't appear overly burdened by something to do was promptly approached.

"Pardon me, but I was hoping to speak to whoever is assigning work and quarters to newcomers."

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[mythalenaste]

"I don't know if anyone's assigned quarters. I've just found myself a spot and slept there since. As for work, most people just pick up and help wherever they can, while Skyhold's in disrepair. Here, let me..."

She reaches out to take some of Mia's load and carry it for her.

[lettersfromhome]

"Oh no, dear, that's quite alright. I have everything in hand here," Mia swiftly assures her, tightening her hold but maintaining an air of pleasantness despite the rebuff. An elf, she swiftly notes with a glance at the woman's ears. Dalish, too, if the marks on her face were any indication.

Not that it matters. It's just all very new.

"If you could just point me in the right direction, I can manage. I've come this far, a few steps farther won't kill me."