I Said What What

[el_tybs]

WHO: Samouel Gareth and OPEN
WHAT: Not amused by certain works of "art" and everyday life in Kirkwall
WHEN: Mid-Harvestmere on
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Whole lot of arse

I. Another Man's Treasure is Another Man's Arse

Sam groaned lightly in distress under his breath, hand purposefully resting over his mouth in thought, as he stared at the newest piece of art that had been hung in the Inquisition's headquarters. It was a "generous" gift to the Inquisition, or that was what the letter he received that morning said, informing him of it's addition - the writing had been very Orlesian and very, clearly, excited.

Even if it wasn't on display in the heavier trafficked part of the room, the gleam from the bronze certainly did its job in drawing the eye and thus negating any attempt in trying to hide it in plain sight; it didn't help that it was positioned just so, so that the light reflected on it during the day, and at night there was a torch to do just as much.

There hanging on the wall was a bronze casting of an imprint of an ass. HIS ass. He doesn't know why such a thing exists, and doesn't know how the artist had managed to even get it. Sam even questions if it is actually his ass - course he's not about to see if there is a fit - but it really doesn't matter because the plaque clearly states his name.

II. Whistle While You Work

The majority of Sam's work consisted of helping patients at the infirmary, the work load seemingly having increased with the weather getting colder. From time to time there would be a serious injury, but for the most part it was mostly someone needing something for a cough or a cut. Being a healer was easy at those times. There were the times though where it wasn't so easy, namely the more recent incidents where the locals were being slightly hostile with the increase of Rifter leadership; and still expecting you to treat their wounds while they did it.

In Sam's other line of work there was less exposure to that sort of thing, mainly because customers weren't allowed to get close to the forge, and partially it seemed like a bad idea to get close to a man hammering hot metal. Despite it being tough physical labor, the mage often favored those moments where he could get away.

III. Stables

Whenever he found time in the week, Sam always made a point in going to the stables to spend time with Conan. While the stable-hands were taking good care of him, the nuggalope still preferred it when Sam came to give him attention. The mage always felt bad that they weren't out riding as much as they were back in Skyhold, but with how the locals were acting lately it was safer to go on those sporadically, in case anyone was trying to figure out a schedule. For compensation Sam always made sure to bring extra treats and long brushing times, which in turn always earned him getting his shirt chewed on by Conan.

IV. Wildcard

Have another idea? Hit me with it.

Comments

[el_tybs]

He is very glad that there is a chance to get away from the whole bronzed rear debacle, though that seems like it will be short lived since word is getting around; he's already found a few people whispering while looking at his butt. Or could he just be imagining things? Hm. Well, he tries to put that out of his mind for a while, he was here for Sina after all.

Since it had already been about a week, Sam decided to place some plants around the room. They were mostly elfroot, but he remembered that Sina enjoyed greenery and the garden - he still remembered housing some of her plants back in the armory. It's after some time that he eventually notices that he's being watched and turns around. "Afternoon. Did you sleep better?"

[eolasemah]

Lucky for him, Sina wouldn't even enjoy his butt that much if she knew about the debacle. Too much testosterone.
The plants he's placing are joining many others, but Sina doesn't have a problem with this, and indeed seems to be enjoying the little space as much as one can while bedridden, insisting on watering all of her visiting children and talking to them every day even though she's not feeling well.

She's just woken up when Sam addresses her, and she slowly props herself on one thin arm, which looks like it can barely hold her. "About ...the usual," she answers evasively, but is pleasant enough about it. She hasn't slept well in quite a while.

[el_tybs]

He's been so caught up in not wanting his bronze butt on a wall, but possibly hearing someone not enjoying his butt? Don't give him conflicted feelings, Sina.

Even though he's brought a plant regardless of how many others there are already, he might have to consider limiting plant gifts at a certain point. It was good for Sina, but they were starting to take over, and leaving little space for supplies to be readily available. Hm.

The answer brings a sigh from the healer, giving a nod as he locates the stool and pulls it over to take a seat. "I see. Were you able to eat anything earlier?" Someone should have been by with food during the morning shift, but it was a question of whether a) they came by, b) Sina was awake or c) Sina was actually hungry.

[eolasemah]

She doesn't mind all the greenery. Might as well feel like she's in a forest.
When Sam sits beside her, Sina shakes her head, a bit timidly. "I was afraid I'd..." she begins, and shakes her head again. "...but water would be nice."

[el_tybs]

Hearing that Sina hadn't eaten again has Sam sighing, but he doesn't say anything. He can't force her to eat if she doesn't want to and it won't do them any good scolding her - It's not going to help anyone. He nods at the mention of water and gets up again.

"Would it be better if we got you some broth?" She seemed to be doing alright with water, so perhaps something liquid based?

[eolasemah]

Considering for a moment, Sina nods. Broth. Salt sounds nice.
She watches him stand, her eyes following Sam affectionately. He's always been a friend to her, even if their ways didn't always meet. She's glad he's here, and if he should look back at her, the apologetic little smile she gives him says as much.

[el_tybs]

It's with some relief that he sees Sina nod to the suggestion; it wouldn't be much, but it would be something. Getting up from his chair, Sam quickly ducks his head out and gets the attention of one of the assistants, to have someone from the kitchen send down a pot of broth.

Once the message has been placed he pulls himself back in, doing a bit of a double take at the look he was getting. He gives a bit of a lopsided smile. "What's that look for?" The apologetic look. "You should request stuff that you want."

[eolasemah]

The smile broadens when Sam meets it, and Sina gives a faint giggle, the equivalent of a shrug. "I'm just happy to see you," she admits, simply.

[el_tybs]

"Really? I was sure you were getting tired of seeing me." He's joking, but he was here practically everyday; and it wasn't just because he was one of the healers and part of his job.

[eolasemah]

"Never," Sina replies, giving a languid shake of her head. "And you help keep my plants happy." All the plants decorating her space in addition to every plant in every garden are, as far as she's concerned, Her Plants.

[el_tybs]

"I'm sure I would get an earful if I didn't," he says jokingly, remembering the times he's been there and immediately told that someone needed watering. Of course he would take care of the plants, but he wasn't nearly as dedicated as Sina was.

Speaking of watering; he originally got up to get her water. Finding the pitcher Sam pours a tin cup full of water and brings it back to the bed. "Have any visitors while I was gone?"

[eolasemah]

Her smile becomes a grin, a little self-conscious but not apologetic. Sure, he might, but it would be with affection-- Sina's never actually been angry with Sam.
"Nari and Sorrel," she murmurs, "they've been here most of the time. At least when I'm awake."

[el_tybs]

Sam has never given Sina an actual reason to be angry either, and he plans on keeping it that way.

"That's good." It was important that Sina got some social interaction besides himself or any of the infirmary staff. "I actually only recently found out Sorrel was here. Ran into him not too long ago." Sam shifts a bit awkwardly when he says that, but continues to smile. "Did either him or Nari bring you any plants?" Honestly he cannot tell which ones were new or old at this point.

[eolasemah]

She nods, looking fondly at her small personal greenhouse. "I think so. I'm not sure who brought which." There are so many, who can tell? "...but even if they didn't. They've been here."

[el_tybs]

"Well I'm glad, that is the most important part." It's at that moment at Sam seems to remember he still has the tin cup and makes a noise. "Right, water. Did you need to sit up more or anything?" So that she could drink properly without choking.

[eolasemah]

A small shake of her head, and though Sina is still smiling, her eyes drift closed again. Perhaps she'll rest in the time it takes for water to arrive. Or sleep right through it.

[el_tybs]

"Hm," he hums lightly, acknowledging her response but trying not to be too loud seeing as Sina starts to rest again. Sam watches for a few moment before setting the cup back down and picking up a book to read. He'll wait to make sure the broth arrives at least and set it up for the next person to give to her next time she wakes.