faderift | Cannot Find The Words

WHO: Samouel Gareth and ANYONE
WHAT: A lots happened since the Fallow Mire. Sam reflects and keeps busy before getting shipped out again.
WHEN: Between returning from Fallow Mire and leaving for War Table operations
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Just the usual.

{Magic Lessons - Before/During/After}
Even though Fallow Mire had been trying, it doesn't mean that he can just take a break from his lessons. Sam is progressing with his Spirit magic with the help of Lady LeBlanc, as well as learning to control Ice spells to a point, though having difficulty. He's also trying to get the grasp on Storm magic with the help of Roul.

{The Armory}
With the new shipment of ores from the Fallow Mire there have been numerous orders for armor and weapons. Seeing as his sparring lessons with Krem have been put on hold for now for... reaons, he spends most late afternoons/early evenings helping with the forges.

{The Library}
He's still having issues falling asleep since the bog so Sam spends a good amount of time in the library in the evenings. That's not the only thing keeping him up. There are a number of crumpled up papers on the floor as he tries to figure out what to say in a letter.

{Wildcard}

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[Traps?] Well I don't think I can get you anything from the new ores that came in. We do have some iron though that you could use. Does that help?

[He hadn't meant to make her nervous, it was just kind of dangerous in here to just be grabbing people left and right.]

Where are you going, if I might ask?

[She shook her head slightly.] No, new ore wouldn't do. Iron though... iron will be fine.

[Nervous? Not unless Sam suddenly morphed into Commander Cullen. Embarrassed and now stiff? Oh yes.]

Emprise du Lion.

[Honestly if he turned into Commander Ruterford he'd be more than nervous. Being of the same height and Ferelden like the Commander is good enough.

The destination has him raising his brows in surprise. She doesn't look like a Kain...]

Are you Katniss?

[That would make two of them.

Now it was her turn to look faintly suspicious.]

... Yes. I'm Katniss.

[Well now he could put a face to the name.]

I'm Samouel. One of the mages joining you to Emprise.

[Ah. AH. She snapped her fingers.]

That's right ... you're Pel's friend. And ... apparently Salem's keeper. And ... wait, you made Ellana's staff blade.

[She looked him up and down, before one eyebrow lifted.]

So you're a healer. And a blacksmith. And a mage.

[Her lips twist.]

Can you sing and dance too?

[He raises a brow at the snapping, and her openly sizing him up has him tilting his head curiously.]

Yeah all of that is me.

[The question however. He didn't know how to dance and he wouldn't exactly say he could sing.]

I know how to sit and speak.

[He offers with a smile, playing on the whole Ferelden thing.]

[She shakes her head in faint disbelief - honestly who wears that many hats? The answer though gets him a faintly amused grin.]

Well, I guess you can't be perfect.

[She dips head.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Sam. [A smirk.] Formally.

What? I need to know how to sing and dance to be perfect?

[His smile turns into a grin, titling his head curiously when she mentions that they've met before. It's Sam's turn to snap his fingers in realization.]

You were the girl on the fence when Pel was helping me find Salem.

Naturally. Otherwise, how can you call yourself a Sam of all Trades?

[This is said with a completely straight face, except for that faint smirk on her lips. One that grows a little bit.]

Best show I've had for breakfast in some time, I thank you.

[He gets it. Instead of a 'Jack' of all Trades. So clever.]

Why are you thanking me? I didn't do anything. That was all Pel.

[There is a reason she said it with a straight face. Bad joke for win.]

Hmmm, if you hadn't lost him, there would be no reason for Pel to toss him in a tree. Besides, if I thank Pel she'll attack me with a bush for being sassy.

[Sam gives an amused huff at that.]

Actually I didn't 'lose' him. He left on his own and he thought it was smart to hide in a tree.

[The thought of a bush moving around smacking people does make him laugh, which he tries to hide behind a hand.]

I don't think you should worry about that. We're not supposed to use our magic for things like that.

[Katniss's eyebrows rose together.]

...Well that is an interesting interpretation of safe, I'll give him that.

[She caught that, Sam, and she smirks faintly.]

I didn't see any blood magic - what was wrong with it? Not that I want to get smacked in the face with a bush, mind you.

[Sam gives a shrug.]

Mage Council rules. Using magic outside of being helpful is being monitored apparently.

[You know, this was the second time she heard about this council...]

So you have a council of mages for, what, just the Inquisition? And you all have rules and other things?

Pretty much. There was... some issues a while ago that made us realize we needed some way to govern all of us. Keep it all in our hands before someone else figured they needed to do it for us.

[She gnawed on her bottom lip, before she spoke quietly.]

... so, you are really governing yourselves. Even against blood magic?

[That has Sam raising a brow.]

I assume and would hope so. Have there been concerns about blood magic in the Inquisition?

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