[Closed] Whoops.

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth & friends
WHAT: A confusion grenade goes awry and Beleth immediately realizes the Gallows is full of ENEMIES who need to be STABBED
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Training room
NOTES: Closed to the people I already talked to about this, basically my excuse for putting Beleth on hiatus. Warning for trying to stab people??

The day starts out fairly normally, Beleth in the training room, a grenade in her hands, that she's inspecting closely. "Confusion grenades are so important," She's explaining, "Because they cut out a lot of work for us. With our enemies attacking each other, we can wait on the sidelines and let them wear themselves down on one another, before we risk any of our own." But this one is different, new, and she needs to make sure that it actually functions like a grenade, before going trying it in the field.

So, without further ado, she lights the fuse, and starts to toss it. But the grenade has barely left her hands before it goes off, a fantastic explosion that knocks Beleth off her feet.

Rising to her feet, the Scoutmaster seems to be none the worse for wear, save a quick round of wheezing coughs. A few moments of silence follows, Beleth staring at the ground as she gets her bearings, and then slowly turns to look around.

It's hard to think, mind wrapped in a hazy fog that offers little room for thoughts, aside from one.

--Enemies. She's surrounded by enemies. How did they get here? Is this an assassination attempt? How--? It doesn't matter. All that matters is that she deals with them before they hurt anyone else.

A dagger appears in her hand, and without warning, she darts at whoever is closest, slicing at their face as soon as she's within range.

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[arlathvhen]

While Beleth is no longer attempting to attack everyone in her immediate vicinity, the lasting confusion and jumpiness that follows leads to the conclusion that it's probably for the best to simply tuck her away in her room, until whatever is going on wears off.

But that's taking longer than anyone would have guessed.

Reading is a bit of a trial for her at the moment, so Beleth spends most of her time either watching the Gallows out of her window, or distracting herself with little crafts. Braiding leather, sewing and mending. Things that won't get negatively affected when her mind wanders off, or if she forgets to start them up again.

But while her lashing out has settled down, she's still jumpy, and anyone who doesn't want to trip her into attack mode should probably avoid anything that would startle her.

[aenseidhe]

Iorveth had walked by earlier to spot her, after Val's proclamation of taking the reins for the time being, heard all the shouting, saw the mob of people trying to wrestle Beleth into submission, and assumed it was better left without adding more cooks to the kitchen. When he comes back, it seems things have settled.

His footfalls ought to signal his approach, as will the knock against the frame of her door when he steps in, Iorveth peering through to see her working on crafts in her sickbed, small half-smile on his lips.

"Not sure about injury. Looks like you're just having vacation here."

Which is a joke, said in a teasing tone, as he wanders in to plop on the edge of her mattress.

[arlathvhen]

Iorveth's careful measures means that she's not startled upon his arrival, and her work is set aside as he enters and sits down. There is, however, a few moments where she stares at him, recognition not quite clicking in her eyes. He must know her, otherwise he wouldn't stroll in like that. Right?

Oh, but he's said words.

"If I were having a vacation, it wouldn't be here." She points out, then with a jolt, sits up and slaps her palm on her leg. "--Iorveth!" Yes, that was his name. She's fairly sure. Probably. Still, she looks proud at managing to produce a likely name.

[aenseidhe]

Her sudden shout of his name both surprises and amuses him, Iorveth unable to keep in a startled laugh. “Yes, very good. Glad you recall.”

Which is a joke, he’s heard by now from eavesdropping and the like what happened with her. Digging in his pocket, he pulls something free, before handing it over to her.

“Here. Found someone in Darktown peddling these. Thought it might lift your spirits.” What he gives her is a small talisman, hand crafted to venerate Sylaise.

[arlathvhen]

Confused or not, who doesn't love presents? Whatever strange and sad person that might be, they certainly aren't Beleth, who lights up with a bright smile when Iorveth hands her the talisman. She turns it over in her hand, fingers moving over the delicate carving.

"It's beautiful. Maybe it'll bring me healing. That's what Sylaise is--the healer." She glances up at Iorveth, a wry smile on her face. "It's...hard. I'm not sick, or plagued, or anything, but--I can't think. The words don't stay together in my head, so I either lose them, or I say them, and hope they're the right ones." And it takes so much effort, like she's trying to translate the words from a different language, except there's no other language that she can fall back on.

[aenseidhe]

It's warming to watch Beleth smile so brightly, and Iorveth can't help reflecting it back to her, pleased she's enjoyed the gift he brought.

"Yes, the Hearthkeeper as well, as far as I've read. What little there is to read in this city. A pity, that." He'd like to know much more about the Dalish and their culture, but it isn't as if he minds learning it from friends like Beleth. It's only sad that the humans here either put so little effort into knowing their neighbors, or actively filter word of them out of their texts.

"Hm. Sounds frustrating, to say the least." Commenting on the condition she's explaining. "Have you tried writing things down? Just notes on what you remember, so you can refer back if you forget."