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[samahl]

WHO: Cyril and OPEN (starters for Pel, Sam, Iskandar, Anders, and Kirk - let me know if you want your own)
WHAT: In an effort to take his mind off certain people he's missing, Cyril sets up shop to sell his traps and puzzles again.
WHEN: Throughout the day
WHERE: The stall is in the Gallows, otherwise out and about.
NOTES: None yet

Taas was gone, reassigned to another place, and Merrick was spending more and more time away from him in the shadows of this city. Cyril wasn't lonely, but he missed them both. He had other people around him - friends, lovers, and family - but he was coming to realize that the spots where those people had been couldn't be filled with anyone else.

He still had Taas's dragon tooth, and that helped. He never took it off now and had put the silver ring he had stolen from Sam so long ago on the same rope around his neck. He still saw Merrick from time to time too, but the visits were becoming fewer and fewer.

Rather than dwell, he wanted to sell the items he once had in Skyhold's courtyard. The stall he has is small, but it shows a collection of puzzle boxes and traps that someone can buy for reasonable pricing. As people walk by he's playing with one of the boxes now, twisting them to show how they work.

Comments

Pel

[samahl]

Pel was, always, a source of sanity for Cyril. No matter what he was going through, he knew she was there to help him through it. And now he was there to help her with the baby.

He didn't think it was possible to be more impressed by her than he was, but seeing her with Sina just made her all the more beautiful and strong. He came by to help her that morning with some clean cloths for Sina.

"How are my two favorite women doing this morning?"

Sam

[samahl]

It's after he's packed up shop for the night that he goes to see Sam. While Sam doesn't replace the spot that Taas had once stood, he is still solidly in the space where he belongs and Cyril feels as if that is more important now than ever.

When he finds Sam he comes up behind him and puts an arm around him. He's too short to just drape himself over Sam's shoulders, but he almost wishes he could climb up there and hang off him like a scarf.

"Busy?"

Anders (warning for small injury)

[samahl]

He's never gone to Anders for healing before, but then he's usually smart enough not to get hurt while he's making one of his traps. It would be stupid to get caught up in your own weapons, and yet when he comes to find the mage this time he has his palm wrapped up in bandages. The wound isn't bad enough to cause permanent damage, but the pain does make his productivity dip.

When he does find the mage, he feels almost too embarrassed to ask for help, even if that had been the reason he had arrived. At first, he just sort of grins at Anders. "I hope I haven't come at a bad time."

Iskandar

[samahl]

A long time ago, Cyril had made a collection of small cat toys for Anders's cat. They were this hollow balls that had tiny pieces inside of it so when they were knocked around they jingled. He had spent time perfecting the design because he didn't want to create something that the smaller pieces would fall out and give the animal something to choke on. The cat hadn't complained and Anders had seemed to love them, so honestly Cyril wondered why he hadn't made more.

For now, he had a few more in hand when he went to see Iskandar. "Hello Alexander," he said, grinning when he saw the tall man. "I wanted to run something by you."

Kirk

[samahl]

There were only a small collection of people that Cyril was comfortable being around without his kohl and face make up. He usually got up exceptionally early just to make sure that everything was properly applied before going out during the day.

However, when he was at Sam's house he found himself more and more likely to spend time letting his skin breathe. That was why this morning he didn't have the dark color around his eyes as he waited for water to boil at the stove. He had still gotten up early, but it was to make tea for everyone still asleep, not to rush through a morning beauty routine.

When he heard someone up and about he poked his head out of the kitchen to see which one of them had woken first and smiled when he saw Kirk. "Morning."

[judgemewhole]

"Now that ... is a fine piece of craftsmanship." James stated, as he walked up to the booth. Interceptor was on his heels, looking cheery, and there was ... a very familiar bundle riding along on James's chest. Yes, little Sina was in her handmade dragonskin pouch, taking a ride with Uncle Jamie through the city, and Sina had though (clearly, because she was such a smart baby) it might be a good idea to visit Uncle Cy.

He gave Cyril a crooked smile, "And of course, the puzzle boxes are nice too. Good morning, Cyril."

[arlathvhen]

It's been some time, and Beleth has been busy, but she still thinks often of her former clanmates. And with Cyril--well, she understood how he felt, to some extent. He was closer to Merrick, had been closer to Taas, but she still felt the losses. Particularly for Merrick, who (much like he did for Cyril) occupied a place in her life that could not simply be replaced. As always, at least Cyril and she had that much in common.

These thoughts float to her head when she sees Cyril's little stall in the Gallows, and him behind it. Keeping busy is an understandable desire, something that Beleth has certainly been using her new position to do. And there's always plenty to do. Even so, she wanders over to the stall, looking over the crafts, some familiar to her eye.

"You've always been so skilled at this," She murmurs, fingers running (carefully) over a trap. "But you've gotten even better." It's a polite, neutral compliment. Testing the ground to see where they stand, before she takes any steps.