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faderift2017-09-14 12:25 pm
wheretheferngrows) wrote in faderift2017-09-14 12:25 pm
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WHO: Fern Doirnáin, Alistair, any other Wardens who want to be around to witness this sad scene + OPEN
WHAT: One elf tries in vain to convince a Grey Warden to let her join their ranks.
WHEN: Directly after this thread with Anders.
WHERE: The Grey Wardens' office; directly after, the ferry pier.
NOTES: The scene with Alistair is open to other Wardens only; the second scene is open to anyone!
WHAT: One elf tries in vain to convince a Grey Warden to let her join their ranks.
WHEN: Directly after this thread with Anders.
WHERE: The Grey Wardens' office; directly after, the ferry pier.
NOTES: The scene with Alistair is open to other Wardens only; the second scene is open to anyone!
I. BADGERING ALISTAIR
There are so many twists and turns and corridors that lead to no where in particular in the Gallows that it takes Fern--already keyed up and anxious and fighting back frustratingly childish tears--longer than she'd have liked to find the office used by the Grey Wardens in Kirkwall. If nothing else, the time spent walking herself in circles does give her a bit of time to dry her eyes and regain her composure, which means when she finally stops in front of the closed door and raps on it, she only looks like she's fighting off a cold, rather than recovering from crying like a baby ten minutes ago.
Waiting for the door to open, she waits outside and picks at her nails, bouncing on the balls of her feet to release some nervous tension.
II. THE GALLOWS DOCKS
She's dealt with disappointment before in her short life, but somehow, it's never quite hit her like this.
Regardless of how her conversation with the Grey Warden went, by the time she's left the Gallows and made her way outside again, her disappointment has transformed itself into an all-consuming, despairing ache in her heart, and the tears she'd thought she'd finished crying before are threatening her again in earnest. Humiliated and furious at herself--what a stupid thing to think she could do in the first place--she finds an isolated part of the pier and sits down on it, face pressed into her hands.
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"...well, you've chosen the right enough place, in that case. If I had more to tell you, I would." She sighs, letting the canvas settle against her pelvis. "You're not alone, at least. Have you been to the infirmary?"
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A moment later, and possibly out of the blue, she asks, "Do you like it? Being a Grey Warden." It's clear that's who she's affiliated with; no one else dresses in those blues.
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"Ah..." she stalls, resolving the pause with a dismissive shrug. "It's better than being dead, I reckon." A glowing endorsement.
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"I'm fine," she mumbles a couple seconds later. She's not, not really; but maybe what she really wants is just to be left alone, just for a little while.
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