your pose as the dust settled around us

[dashing]

WHO: HERIAN and some others.
WHAT: some open stuff, some closed stuff; basically a belated catch all.
WHEN: through September
WHERE: various, I think all Kirkwall
NOTES: some of the open stuff will have caps for how many tag-ins I'll be able to handle, just for variety's sake
WARNINGS: Nothing as yet, but I have an opt-out over here for particular topics with Herian (or just CR with her generally) as there is potential for themes of PTSD, torture, and generally terrible things.

OPEN: in the alienage
OPEN: in hightown

More to be added! If you'd like a specific set up then get in touch and we can plot up a storm.

Comments

[dashing]

I would not be so presumptuous - we are only newly met.

( And Herian has a difficult temperament, and an apparent talent for repelling people with little quirks like "speaking." )

The lady of the house expressed displeasure over how vulnerable the door left her home. Is that what brings you to the alienage? ( Friends, that is. )

[thecookery]

[She would give a noncommittal shrug if she had the free arms. "Friend" is a strong word, but she supposes she's here for something close to that.]

There's a lad comes round to buy extra pies and things from the kitchens sometimes. [After she tried to just give him a couple once and he made it clear he and the people he was bringing them back to weren't interested in a handout, so she sold them as cheap as their pride would allow.] Good kid. Haven't seen him in a while though, so thought I'd come ask if he found somewhere with better breadrolls.

[dashing]

( A couple more strikes with the hammer, and pausing from inspecting the progress, she glances to Avery. )

How went your investigation?

( Quiet; cautious. There were so many terrible things that could happen in an alienage. It was a credit to Avery that she attended - Herian didn't imagine her to be a dangerously determined cook when it came to ensuring the loyalty of patrons. )

[thecookery]

Poorly. [It's all the answer she gives before nodding toward the hammer.] You know, if you hold the nail near the top and the hammer near the head, at least at the first, you're less like to get your fingers. There's more power holding by the base but less control.

[Then she sort of goes quiet a moment and licks her lips, having a slight internal debate, before continuing more quietly.]

These people got no reason to trust me, and I've no honeyed tongue. I don't know much but the boy's name, and nobody's telling me nothing.