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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."

Comments

[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.

And ... another random passerby

[the_effect_she_has]

Katniss was, in fact, someone who was burdened with nothing currently until she was ... well assigned something better to do. So when she saw a woman carrying far, far too much without the help of a horse. She moved forward, cutting through the crowd of new arrivals.

"Do you need help - " take in the fine cloak, and clothes, and a quiet, "My Lady?"

[perseverances]

New arrivals happen at on an hourly basis at Skyhold, and while Cullen does happen to be in the courtyard near the gates, he's hardly paying attention to who enters and who leaves. Reports are coming back from the Fallow Mire as people are beginning to return, and far more questions than answers are being brought to his attention. There were certain times of the day where he wondered if it would ever get easier, and immediately he knows that if it did, there would be trouble.

But he hears a voice that he hasn't heard in a rather long time. He stops listening to the scout in front of him as he turns his ear to the background noise. It couldn't be. The thinner air and his mind must be playing tricks on him, he thinks.