(closed) dh’èirich mi moch madainn cheòthar

[sulena]

WHO: Saoirse, and various others through closed starters
WHAT: The events surrounding the city's missing elves have begun to take their toll on one small mage.
WHEN: Mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: Kirkwall, various
NOTES: Possible talks of abuse, racism and general violence. If you're interested in a starter, feel free to hit me up at kaldwin or through PM and I'll set something up!

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MYR

[sulena]

Although she has been spending more and more time in the Gallows, it is rare to catch her actually out and about away from where medical has set up. Usually, it is only when she is coming in for the day or leaving to return home. It is still hard, after all, to consider sleeping inside these walls. It was a river she had yet to cross, or even consider and one she feels better simply ignoring for now.

Of course, somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered just how much longer she could ignore it for before the whole of her feelings devoured her.

That is why Saoirse is grateful when a vaguely familiar face appears out of the corner of her eyes. It takes a moment to remember just where she last saw him but that day in Hightowan, bruised and on the verge of giving up comes back with a jolt. She approaches, smiling and announcing herself with a small cough.

"Myr... was it not?" She asks before continuing: "Ah... my name is Saoirse. We met once before in Hightown."

[faithlikeaseed]

As Inessa's planned trip to the Blackmarsh nears, Myr's found himself engaged in a totally novel activity--tying up loose ends that can't be left unattended for the weeks he'll be away. Today, that means trekking through the whole of the Gallows to renew his marker glyphs so they won't wink out while he's across the sea in Ferelden; tomorrow, there will be a dozen other little tasks to fill up his time and crowd out worries about the parts of the world he's powerless to fix.

But there's something joyless in packing his days so full of make-work he doesn't have time to think; there's a looming feeling that it will all come crashing down sooner or later-- So when he hears a half-familiar voice that puts a lie to one of his worries (she'd gone missing with all the others, kidnapped or killed in the line of duty), he's quick to turn away from the glyph he's bent over and greet its owner with unfeigned relief. "Saoirse! You're back with us again." You're all right, his tone says, even though he knows those exact words can't be quite right.

"How are you? Is this permanent?"

He can't think of any more delicate way to ask whether she's ended the mission she'd been about last they met.

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She laughs, a joyful sound and utterly different from the tone Saoirse first greeted him with all that time ago.

"For now this is my permanent and only focus. I've taken it upon myself to find the families of the children that were found and, in the meantime, make sure they are as comfortable as they can be here."

Which, at times, could be hard as some were so small and so scared. "How have you been? It hasn't been long but it feels like our meeting was ages ago!"

[faithlikeaseed]

It's good to hear her laugh that way--good to hear, too, that she's safely back with the Inquisition--and Myr's smile is the brighter for it. "I'm glad to hear it--all of it. Thank you for looking after them." Fervent, heartfelt words--finding those families was something he couldn't begin to do, though he's been by to check on the children now and again. Even if the memory of how they'd found them still clings, still lurks in the back of his mind--

He shakes his head once, chasing the shadows from it. "Busy," he replies, with a rueful kind of cheer. "Though it's not much of a change from home and certainly interesting work. And it does feel like it's been forever--so much has happened since then, it's hard to believe.

"Were you headed somewhere--and would you mind company? I need a break from all this." He gestures back toward the glyph where it gleams and chimes against the wall.

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"And thank you for all that you did," she says with a brief shake to her voice. "I cannot tell you how much it means that they are safe and sound, growing better everyday."

With a deep breath, Saoirse chuckles and folds her hands together. She cannot allow herself to get upset once more as far too many nights have been spent upset already. Instead, she listens and shoots his work a careful look before making a noise of approval.

"Well... I was stretching my legs and taking in the old sights, as it were." She explains with a sigh. "I lived in the Gallows for quite some time when it was still a Circle but I have not spent much time here since we arrived here from Skyhold. I thought I might see if there is anything from the old days still around. If you're interested, company would be rather lovely."

I am so sorry for being the slowest tagger lately

[faithlikeaseed]

"You lived here?" There's a note of surprise--of dismay--in his voice. "I'm--Maker, I'm sorry." He wishes he had other words, but what other words would do? They'd only heard of what had happened in Hasmal; there was nothing any of them could have done, whatever they might have wished.

But perhaps dwelling on it isn't what she wants--not if she's here, if she's willing to look around. Going back into the throat of an old fear to put it to rest is something he can understand; he can also understand not wanting to do it alone. "I'd be glad to accompany you. And hear a little more of what the place looks like, if you're minded to share."

He doesn't expect it to be lovely; everything he's heard thus far paints it as joyless. There's always something to be had in hearing a different view of things, though.

"Shall we?"