[open] to the need for more

[doneisdone]

WHO: Teren and you
WHAT: Wardenmom is consumed by secrets, as usual
WHEN: the first half of Wintermarch
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: will update as necessary

I. The Hanged Man

Sometimes found perched at her table by the window with a hot drink of some kind, Teren likes to sit and do her mending where she can hear nearby conversations but is out of the way enough to not appear too approachable.
Which isn't to say she won't talk to someone who sits with her, but, as usual, whether or not she's feeling sociable is a gamble for the person approaching to take.

II. Out and About

Provisioning for the Wardens is a busy job, especially when Teren has also been lending some assistance to the Kirkwall alienage through the worsened weather. Throughout the day she can be found escorting workmen both on foot and in the teetery little ferrying boats from the docks to the Gallows, all of them generally laden with various foodstuffs and other supplies necessary to keeping the Wardens alive.

Perhaps it's the cold ever-creeping into her bony frame, or the ugliness of the weather, but she seems more standoffish than usual. Not angry per se, but pensive and distracted.

III. Her Quarters

A very limited number of people are welcome to call on Teren at home, but they know who they are. Though the door is only left open when she's waiting for Wardens to drop off their uniforms for mending, often a light can be seen through the crack beneath the door, and the faint sound of her speaking to someone, low and gentle.

IV. The Stables

Boots needs feeding and brushing. She visits her druffalo at least once a day to make sure he's being kept well, and often stays to clean his enclosure and yell at anyone she perceives to be bothering him. Boots, for his part, is fine with whatever.

V. Wildcard!

Comments

[justice_is_blond]

The color in her cheeks makes holding back a smile completely impossible and he leans back in his chair, smiling and sipping his wine.

"What, it's not my business when someone I give a care about might be finding something that makes them happier? I'm endlessly glad I've found Nate, after all." Only other adult. She means only other grump that isn't Nate, really. Ciri has grumpy days, but Nate, Teren, and Loghain are good at looking stern and dour even when they aren't.

[doneisdone]

"No, Anders, it's not," Teren insists, bristling, "and if you don't wipe that smirk off your face I'll do it for you." She hasn't made any move to get up and do so, but she looks like she might if given a good reason. She rolls her eyes with a scoff and returns to her sewing, more violently than before. "Who said anything about happiness, anyway," she adds in a grumble.

[justice_is_blond]

He... mostly is able to get the smirk off his face. For the rest of it, he holds his cup up in front of his mouth as if she totally can't get anything from his eyes.

"I did. Because I didn't deserve it, thought I'd no chance of it at all, and yet wound up with it anyway. I know you're not looking for it and I doubt you think you deserve it, but I'd be glad if you find some with him. Whether it's my business or not."

[doneisdone]

This gives her pause. Teren narrows her eyes at him without raising her head, her sewing hand suspended with the thread taut. The moment goes on a little too long, but results in a "hmp," of dismissal, which at least isn't more protest. That's about as close as anyone will get to Teren admitting they're right.

[justice_is_blond]

It's enough. His expression turns soft as he sets his cup down.

"Pass me some of that and I'll give you a hand? And you can tell me if Boots is still liking his bows or needs new ones." Time to take the pressure off and just spend some time with her.