Open w/Closed to Adalia

[writteninblood]

WHO: Sorrel Prompts (with closed to Adalia)
WHAT: Sorrel at work (feat Adalia)
WHEN: Vaguely May
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Sorrel and Adalia have a conversation, and also do tattoos

Closed to Adalia | 1
Sorrel found Adalia in the afternoon. It'd been a long day, though they all seemed long-- longer every time he considered it. When there was so much to do, you moved from one to the next, and the day behind you stretched out like a string of beads, filled with tedious, uncertain things. Nobody knew what would happen next. More accurately, Sorrel didn't.

But she'd asked him, to come see her, when he could. And, like the fool he was, he'd half-forgotten. Now he had gone looking, and poked his head in on her work.

"Adalia? You wanted to ask me something?"




Open | 2
Sorrel considered the rubbing in front of him for the fiftieth time-- for what felt more like the fifty-thousandth time. It was elven, that much was clear, more accurately elvhen, older than the Dales, older than anything, something left over from Arlathan, maybe. Or maybe not.

"Or maybe it's just a bunch of squiggles and no one can tell the difference," He mutters, to the quiet emptiness of his office. It's late, more than late, but these things don't translate themselves, do they? In this case, he has to admit, they don't translate at all, "This is why everyone says we're illiterate bumpkins. Don't even have a whole fucking language, just this..."

Sorrel sighs again, and puts it aside for hopeless.

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[writteninblood]

If he only knew how he sounded, Sorrel would thank Adalia for her discretion.As it is, he thinks maybe he just about got away with that one. So good for him.

"I-- I don't have anything on hand," He thinks a moment, mentally tallying what he does have, and coming up with a promising result, "I could get something together, though. Why is this so important?"

[thunderproof]

"Oh, it's not, I'm just bad at waiting."

Points for honesty, maybe? Adalia has vague thoughts about how important her magic is to her life, how cloaking herself in the self-mythologizing of being a storm made flesh makes it easier to bear when others make her feel like shit... but really she's just impatient and she likes the idea, so why not do it as soon as possible?

[writteninblood]

"That's not a reason," Sorrel scoffs, but he's already half-turned to gather his preparations, "Give me an hour, then come up to my quarters when you're done. I'll try and have what I need together, by then-- is black ink alright?"

Dalish tattoo in many colors, but black is by far the most common, and the easiest to acquire. Or rather, the easiest to make, without trusting the dye-content of someone else's tinctures.