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[madame_de_fer]

WHO: Vivienne and YOU
WHAT: Madame de Fer is returned to the Inquisition and open to deliver opinions. About everything.
WHEN: End of Firstfall through the beginning of Haring. about a week
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Vivienne is her own warning.

It's been a few weeks since Vivienne was last present with the main body of the Inquisition. There had been a matter of great importance to attend to in Val Royeaux. Alas, much as she'd quite prefer to stay by Bastien's side, especially now, she knows far too well that this is the place she needs to be. The Inquisition has the potential to shake Thedas to its very foundations and she is determined to be present when that dust settles. The loss of the Herald is a grave blow to the fledgling organization, but that merely spurs her on all the more determined to see this through to the bitter end. There will be time enough later for personal grief.

It doesn't take her long at all to lay claim to the balcony overlooking the main hall of the fortress. In short order, she's got herself a quaint sitting room set up with the best views available. There's quite a pile of books she's brought with her as well. Anyone who's curious or just observant will notice that when she's by herself, she seems quite engrossed in some manner of research, reading intently or taking notes. Those with the knowledge or true skills of perception will note that the books seem an esoteric collection of magical theory and alchemical discourses. Even while busy with this pet project of hers, she remains poised like a queen seated in state to permit a miniature court to be held with herself presiding. Naturally.

She does have other business to attend to. The leadership of the Inquisition must be made to see the importance of how the group presents itself. Certainly the quartermaster is doing his best to see everyone outfitted, but there's still new recruits who are little better than scruffy ragamuffins milling about. There is a need for funds to keep everyone fed and armed, and for that they must at least look like a respectable group, not like a gang of alienage starvlings looking for a handout. Yes, if one espies the Iron Lady marching across the fortress with a determined glint in her eye, it's to seek out those who matter and are in a position to correct this terrible atrocity of poor style.

Not everything is all lazy reading and fashion organization. Despite choosing fine silks with gems as her attire (finished off with creative hats) at all times, Vivienne doesn't neglect the very necessary attention needed to practice her Knight-Enchanter skills. There's no mistaking her for a mage, as she lobs ice at her chosen training dummy out in the courtyard. The surprising behavior is her sudden calling up a sword out of thin air, taking a melee-range method of attack mingled in with the magic. And yet somehow, despite this very real exertion, Vivienne somehow manages not to break a sweat. Maybe that's the chill of being high in the mountains, however.

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[wontforgetyou]

Reaching his tailor may prove to be an interesting exercise, although inevitably a futile one. For all that he sounds like he's from Starkhaven, he's from much further away that that. Worlds away, in fact. He couldn't even begin to say what the fashions there are like - which may or may not be a good thing, depending on one's opinion of clothing from that area, but still leaves him in a very odd garment.

He's used enough to it, however, that it doesn't even occur to him it might be an issue. The only thing he thinks may be a problem is if he's upset her by interrupting what she's doing. So far it doesn't appear that he has, but the fact that she is as gracious about the whole thing as she is appreciated all the same. It also gives him the idea that there's something quite refined about her, something he knows full well he's not going to be able to match - or even come close to, honestly. All he can really do is what he normally does in situations like this, and that is to be as polite as possible.

"No, I don't think we have, miss. My name's Jamie McCrimmon. I'm, er, one of what people around here are calling Rifters, so I'm afraid I've not met everyone around here as of yet."

[madame_de_fer]

Odd. Vivienne would have placed him from Starkhaven and not out of a rift if she'd only his accent to go by. To be sure, it's quite a curiosity to her and she wonders just how much in common his place of origin has with Thedas.

"How very nice to meet you. I am Vivienne, Enchanter to the Imperial Court of Orlais and First Enchanter of the Circle of Magi in Montsimmard." She quietly allows that to sink in, so he's got a firm idea of just how terribly important she is. There's not much she doesn't do to cultivate a precise image she wishes to project to others.

No, really she cannot quite ignore that kilt any longer and must ask about it. And here she thought Ferelden fashion was atrocious. "I couldn't help but notice your very unique attire. Is it common for where you're from?"

[wontforgetyou]

"Oh."

The titles don't go unnoticed on his end, that's for certain. There really is a sense of her being someone who's Important there, and he blinks a touch more noticeably, momentarily nonplussed by the situation.

Her bringing up the kilt is enough to snap him out of it, however, and when she mentions it he winds up glancing down at the plaid fabric almost as if remembering it was actually still there. In truth, it gives him a couple of seconds to compose himself, and when he looks back up at her again, it's with a more or less normal expression.

"My kilt, you mean? Aye, it's common enough, at least in my day. Mostly it's men who wear them. It's not often you'll see a lassie in a kilt, although I'd a friend who borrowed an old one of mine once. Can't say as I've seen anything like it around here, though. I'm guessing you've not seen one before then either, m...er, Enchanter?"