(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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[sulena]

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.

[sulena]

"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?"