[I: OTA, II: Semi-Closed] Finding Forever

[nadasharillen]

WHO: Part I: Anyboooody!
Part II: Nahariel, Cade, and whoever's with Cade when he found
WHAT: I: Come get a free drink and tell Nari where you were when the Chantry blew up.
II: She has a cunning plan.
WHEN: A couple of days after the forest springs up
WHERE: I: Hanged Man
II: That good good new forest
NOTES: probable discussion of PTSD

Part I:

Nahariel spends a good day just... looking. Watching the general consternation of the populace that comes and goes, some of whom she'd seen come to leave items or worship at the crater before. They look unsure now. Something had happened here, something big and terrible. So she spends that night at the Hanged Man buying drinks--she hadn't much use for fine things, and her carvings had sold relatively well here--and asking for stories.

Word passes through the tavern pretty quickly that there's an elf at one of the corner tables doing this, and she greets anyone who sits down with a crooked smile, a drink of their choice, and a question:

"Where were you when the Chantry bombing happened?"


Part II:

The last person she spoke to that night was an off-duty Templar. The center of their faith, gone in an instant, their Knight-Commander in the grip of Red Lyrium fueled insanity, Abominations everywhere. The Templar looked harrowed, like they hadn't slept since--or not well, at least.

And Nari had seen that look before.

And she remembered what just a bit of her whistling a Chantry song had done.

And she got an idea.

The next day not too long after sunrise she put on her working leathers, divested herself of anything that could be considered a weapon--aside from her tools, of course--and set off to find Cade Harimann.

Comments

[sulena]

"But I do not have that power and whoever it was that grew the forest does have that power either. We are Inquisition, not Inquisitors and we must consider the people of Kirkwall along with their feelings."

She says lightly, hands folded and eyes drawn downward. "We cannot only make judgment based on what we alone think is right because we are one group. It reflects make on us all. We have a group focused on acts of diplomacy, and I am part of the group that hopes to work on our relations it the Chantry so we have many avenues we could have taken before acting."

Saoirse does not know if anything would have been done but it would have been better than taking it out of Kirkwall's hands completely.

"We must be better than the ones that make decisions for the whole without even considering the thoughts of all like a Knight-Commander and First Enchanter once did. We must prove that the Inquisition is here for the people and that we hear them."

[nadasharillen]

To Nahariel, it sounds both very virtuous and kind, and very naive. It's all well and good to hope for equity and peace, but she can't imagine a world in which those who are able don't determine what's right.

"Do we hear and represent all of the people?" she asked, her eyebrows raising, "Do we consider the ones who spit 'knife ears' and make signs against evil when Dalish walk down the street, the thieves, the murderers, my cousins still living in rags in the Alienage here, those who want to uphold our order so that they can take and use power, or just the ones that we judge to have 'good' and 'proper' morals and motivations?"

[sulena]

Ah. There it is, Saoirse thinks. For the moment, she listens with her own raised brow before carefully brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"And how shall we judge the 'good' and the 'proper' ones, I wonder. For every person that speaks with loud words or louder actions there are those who are silenced in the uproar. Shall we just ignore them? Not consider them at all? Your cousins in the alienage, my brothers and sisters, are all too used to it. We are guests here, Kirkwall has suffered and we must do what we can do not fester the still healing wound."