OPEN ↠ HARING EVENT

[faderifting]

WHO: All
WHAT: WINTER IS HERE
WHEN: Haring 15-Wintermarch 1
WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall
NOTES: You can use this post as an event-style mingle log, or just use it as background information for your RP elsewhere!

It's been a chilly month already, but in mid-Haring the temperature suddenly plummets. One day it's merely cold, and the next morning the Inquisition wakes to frost on the inside of the window panes and an icy draft whistling through every crack in the tower's masonry. Downstairs, the pipes that feed the bathing chambers and the kitchens creak in the walls, loud enough to be heard even out in the courtyard, where they run beneath the stones, and around midday, when the sun has failed to raise the temperature above freezing, a blocked pipe finally gives, cracking open to spill water across the central court and send it running down side passages. The whole area floods several inches deep and almost immediately begins to freeze, presenting at first a gigantic, treacherous slush puddle and, after a few hours, a sheet of sheer ice.

Melting a safe path from door to door and laying down sand or wood to keep it from becoming slick again is a simple enough undertaking, but before the entire courtyard can be thawed, someone appears with ice skates—and that’s a better idea, surely, for at least a few days. Anyone who complains about the frivolity can be assured it’s good exercise, not to mention good training for a force that may have to travel or fight on ice in the future.

Temperatures remain cold enough that even some parts of the harbor begin to freeze, first just at the calmest edges of the shoreline, and then the more protected nooks and crannies of the bay, inlets and the spaces between piers and beneath docks. It snows most days--not real storms, just a couple inches here and there--little enough for the window to blow most of it off the icy plain of the courtyard and other wide open, paved spaces, accumulating on branches and in alleyways, and creating growing drifts in corners and against walls.

After a week or so actual chunks of floating ice begin to fill the narrow channels of the harbor, threatening smaller and less-sturdy vessels, and the situation in the poorer parts of the city begins to grow dire. With the Viscount's blessing, Inquisition teams (particularly mages) are called in to help. Some are assigned to the docks, to clear ice that makes landing and unloading treacherous, others to help escort ships into harbor by melting a path ahead. Others are sent into Lowtown to clear ice and snow and to provide warmth and medical attention where needed. At least one mage is sent with each team, and while many neighborhoods are pleasantly surprised and grateful for the quick work fire glyphs make of cold hearths and frozen streets, a few are unable to overcome their distrust, and refuse the teams entry, determined to take care of their own without the help of dangerous outsiders.

In the last week of the year, a true blizzard strikes, snow falling steadily for more than a day, blanketing the city at least three feet deep. Digging out the Gallows will be a group effort, and most non-essential trips outside the base will be cancelled for a few days until travel is less difficult, while those who reside in the city or elsewhere may be encouraged to stay a night or two in the fortress so they might continue to work without traveling through the storm. But on the first day of Wintermarch the First Day feast goes on as planned, with modest but plentiful food and ale served in the Gallows' dining hall for anyone who wishes to celebrate the new year.

Comments

[serannas]

"You can kiss me whenever you'd like." Though her gaze lifts in thought and she feels the need to amend her statement only seconds later. "Unless I'm talking. Or eating. Or I have a cold and can only breath through my mouth. But any other time, you can." That should be sufficient enough for him.

"I don't want to chase you out, but I had some things I wanted to get done around the tower before night falls. And we'll see each other tomorrow." She gives him an apologetic smile, knowing far too well how hard it can be to let someone go. Yet experience has taught her to not cling so tightly and to not love someone so much that it feels like it could consume you whole. When a person gets that way, as she once did, they're willing to head down dark paths for the one they love, and it's hard to see reason or sense. She thinks a little distance will be good for the both of them.

[hallabackdir]

He nods, still smiling at her. He can't seem to stop. He thinks about just staying on the rooftop until morning, but decides that he should give her the space she has asked for. He slowly slides her down to the floor and cups her cheek.

"We shall indeed. Is there a time that works best? I do not wish to hinder you from any plans."

[serannas]

"Oh, anytime after mid-morning? I'll have had breakfast by then." And until this ice goes away, she really has no pressing duties to attend to at the Gallows.

Ellana's hands slide down to rest lightly against his chest. Her expression is fond, and she leans her cheek into his hand. "Until then?"

[hallabackdir]

He lets his hand skirt from her cheek to her chin, bringing her in for one more passionate kiss. He pours all of his enotions into it, but finally withdraws. He rests his forehead on hers again, nuzzling just a bit. "Until tomorrow, tinu."

[serannas]

The kiss leaves her dizzy, and she's glad to rest for a moment skin to skin.

"Tinu?" she murmurs in question, not knowing that word.

[hallabackdir]

He smiles at her. Always so curious, this one.

"Spark, or small star. It has two meanings, both of which I feel are appropriate. You have a spark in you I admire most ferventliy. I hope to watch that spark catch and light the world." He pauses, and then continues. "But, there a softness that reminds me of the stars at home. It seems a star was waiting for me here in this world instead of Arda." He blushes, embarrased by his own sentimentality.

[serannas]

It appears Haldir isn't the only one who seems to be a mix of contradictions. The way he describes her has Ellana's cheeks flushing with delight, matching his own blush.

"Then I'm happy we found each other." Reaching down, she takes his hand in hers and gives it a squeeze. "I'll be your star; your tinu." At the moment, she isn't creative enough to think up a name for him in return. It's something she'll have to think on.

"So... tomorrow, then. Dareth shiral."

[hallabackdir]

"I am most fortunate then. For most, their stars are beyound reach. I do not know why such grace was given to me, but I will cherrish it all the same. Goodnight."

He kissed the tip of her nose, and retreated to the window. He scooped up the flute, secured it to his pouch, and opened the window. Turning to look at her one last time, he waved, and then scampered up out the window.