[Semi-closed] A tisket, a tasket

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders, Teren, Kit, Julius, Thranduil, Fern, possibly others
WHAT: Various starters for the month
WHEN: Throughout the month
WHERE: All over Kirkwall
NOTES: Wanna plot something with Anders? Poke me on plurk!

[Cheerful dooting.]

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[justice_is_blond]

"Anyone who claims to enjoy traveling to wander around is full of it," Anders opines as he tears a chunk of his bread off to dip in the meat juices. "It's about getting there, and enjoying what the destination has to offer."

Maybe it's different if you're not on the run or on a particular mission. He's never exactly traveled for leisure... but considering how much he likes having a bed, a fire, a hot meal, and a cat, he's fairly certain his opinion isn't about to change.

"You don't eat like this on the road. Ever. Not even when you're traveling with the vaunted Hero of Ferelden. And you're sleeping on the ground, as well. Baths and clean clothes are basically unheard of. I'm entirely ready to settle down somewhere." Just... not Kirkwall.

[overharrowed]

"Well, don't look at me to talk you out of it. I'm more comfortable stationary myself." Then again, left to his own preferences, Julius would still be exactly where Anders had left him. Probably in nicer quarters over time, but only a few steps away from where he'd started.

"Is there any place in particular you've been that you liked?" he asks, after a moment. For all it's a casual question, it comes in place of several less casual ones that had occurred to Julius first, which he'd discarded as either impolitic or badly timed.

[justice_is_blond]

Some of the lightness in Anders' face fades. There's an answer to that, and it's not one he wants to give because he wants to keep the conversation easy.

"Warm places." His smile mostly returns. "I've always liked things hot and dry. None of this snow and wet business. Or constant grey, rainy days, or marshes and muck. In short, I'm never going to love Fereldan or the Free Marches. Do you have somewhere in mind you'd like to settle?"

Julian could be looking for options. Nobody wants to stay in Kirkwall, not even Kirkwallers.

[overharrowed]

If their conversation feels worryingly like a dungeon full of traps, well, Julius supposes that speaks to what it's like to be a mage in Thedas, these days.

"Not really. I think there's too much up in the air, at the moment, to make that sort of plan. But I did make it to Antiva, and I can see the appeal of a warmer climate." He manages a wry smile. "Ferelden is never going to be wine-making country, for one thing."

It's a joke, but it's also a peace offering, of sorts. They both clearly have a lot they'd prefer not to discuss, and Julius isn't going to push to break that stalemate. As much as he doesn't really know what he and Anders are to one another these days, a friendly face is enough for now.

[justice_is_blond]

"Antiva would be lovely," he says with absolute honesty and just a little wistfulness.

Sure, there are a lot of assassins in that region, and a few might find jobs hunting for him, but there's also a lot of land where he could become a simple healer for a village and happily live like that.

"The wine isn't crucial, especially as my Fereldan likes stuff made from peat for some reason, but it would be another perk. And I'm certainly not eager to live in a country where dogs are glorified."

The smile he gives Julius is full again. Friendliness is a gift that he treasures, and he doesn't care that later, no doubt, they'll be disagreeing on plenty again. Julius sees him as a person and doesn't hate him. That's enough for now.

"Also I hear there are fewer giant spiders in Antiva."

[overharrowed]

"I really do feel like you should hold out for no giant spiders. While we're fantasizing," Julius says, with a crooked little grin.

"Maker, I feel like every odd job I took for years inevitably ended up with them, though. Or wolves. Or bears. There is a lot of truly malicious fauna in Thedas, isn't there?" Or maybe just involved in the kind of jobs Julius got hired for. Not everyone could specialize in healing, after all.

[justice_is_blond]

"If we're fantasizing, there's a great deal further that we can go beyond no giant spiders." Anders' voice is wry. "But that would be a nice start. I can't remember an errand that didn't deal in some sort of fauna that wanted to eat me, and at times the flora wasn't all that friendly either."

He takes a breath.

"Life's never exactly been easy, has it." It's... an opening, if Julius wants it.

[overharrowed]

Anders can practically see Julius' impulse toward a joke.

...but instead, he shrugs. "A lot of people in Thedas end up with a hard lot. It's not even terribly uncommon, from what I've observed." Which is, if not quite as much of an opening, at least not shutting down what was clearly an overture.

[justice_is_blond]

"It could be better." Very, very tentative. "We're out now. We don't have to just offer healing. We can offer so much more. Education. Practical magic. We can make a lot of lives easier, and perhaps set something up that can last. A school, with options. For everyone."

There's a lot of dancing around here. People have lost faith in him, for good reason, and he doesn't know where Julius stands on the scale. High enough to speak with him and eat with him, but that doesn't have to mean much more.

[overharrowed]

Julius' look is mild, but it's skeptical. It's not that he entirely disagrees, though he imagines there are details they would disagree on. It's just that, while longstanding friendship and many people they both care about dying earns Anders a conversation and even some warmth...

...well, the picture Anders offers is somewhat offset by who is offering it, all the same.

Still, despite the skepticism, Julius' tone remains conversational. "Has there been talk about where Inquisition leadership stands on postwar mage relations? Given that they're recruiting both us and templars, I imagine they're treading lightly in public, at least."