Sorrelean Lavellan (
writteninblood) wrote in
faderift2018-03-04 04:12 pm
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Say Hello To Goodbye | Openish
WHO: Sorrel and anyone who wants to say hello, or indeed goodbye, to him
WHAT: Sorrel leaving Kirkwall, spending some time in the forest, then coming back to Kirkwall like a week or two later, in disgrace
WHEN: The first few weeks of Drakonis
WHERE: Kirkwall, Clans Ashara/Dahlasanor
NOTES: The craziest of crazies. Kirkwall, girls, dancing, naked, Mom!? Argument, exile, fleeing the scene, hiding in a dumpster, crashing on your couch for a week because technically I’m ho~omeless!
WHAT: Sorrel leaving Kirkwall, spending some time in the forest, then coming back to Kirkwall like a week or two later, in disgrace
WHEN: The first few weeks of Drakonis
WHERE: Kirkwall, Clans Ashara/Dahlasanor
NOTES: The craziest of crazies. Kirkwall, girls, dancing, naked, Mom!? Argument, exile, fleeing the scene, hiding in a dumpster, crashing on your couch for a week because technically I’m ho~omeless!
No, I am lost
My wounded heart
Resides back home in
Pieces strewn about
The graveyard of my lost love
For only...
My wounded heart
Resides back home in
Pieces strewn about
The graveyard of my lost love
For only...
The Road between Kirkwall and anyplace at all is hard and muddy by turns, this time of year, melted by sun and unexpected balmy wind, frozen again each night into ruts and fissures, as is the nature of roads in winters. The road too, is fraught with danger, the sides of the path lined with opportunities for those with less scruples than most-- and the forests, known to beasts and magic and the Dalish themselves, are not safer, for the unwary traveler. Times are lean, in this stretch of the year, and what generosity there is has stretched with the weeks until it's leaner still.
That's the road Sorrel has to walk, there and back again.
But on the other end, whether to Kirkwall or away from it, there burns a warm fire, a hearth with friendly faces, and family, of one sort or another.

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"Well, so long as it's a hart and not a horse," Sorrel teases, an unveiled effort to win a smile from her. The joke is somewhat spoiled by the choked, teary tone, but he is doing his best for her, "I do have my dignity to think of."
He does, really! Probably. Somewhere around here.
"I have to go now, ma sa'asha."