Nahariel Dahlasanor (
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faderift2018-07-10 11:31 am
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OPEN | Too Much Sunshine
WHO: Nari, Lexie, Myr, Korrin, Kylo, You!
WHAT: Catchall for my gals (hmu if you want a prompt)
WHEN: Pre-Tevinter Solace
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: on a scale from Lexie to Nari, what's your work ethic?
WHAT: Catchall for my gals (hmu if you want a prompt)
WHEN: Pre-Tevinter Solace
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: on a scale from Lexie to Nari, what's your work ethic?
Nari
I. Working (Gallows)
Despite the hot, sticky, relentless weather, there's still work to be done, and Nari is doing it. Sometimes in a loose light cotton tunic and sometimes stripped to a breastband and shorter leggings (she'd added the breastband after the casual habitual strip of her shirt she'd employed at home seemed to be vaguely distracting), but whether in the oppressive closeness, but shade, of the workshop or out under the blaze of the sun when it manages to peek through the haze, she's out in the Gallows at the constant repair tasks as well as light deconstruction on the finished pieces of the obstacle course to prepare for their move to the Wounded Coast.
Currently swearing and trying unsuccessfully at one of the boards securing the latter—her team had perhaps been too effective—it looks like she could use either help or a break.
II. The Beach Episode (Korrin, OTA, let's all go together)
Okay, maybe some time for leisure. As devoted as she is to working herself into a tired stupor on a daily basis, spending time with Korrin is always something that will make her take a pause. That, and it's a rare nice day. So, off they go to the beaches outside of town with some blankets to spread across the sand, some food, and the intention to heap sand on top of sand and purposefully cover themselves entirely in water that isn't falling from the sky in sheets.
It's gonna be a good day.
III. Wildcard!
She's around~
Lexie
I. It's Hot Up Here, A Lot up Here
Each day of unfavorable weather—which is to say, most of them—finds Alexandrie lounging out on the balcony of the apartments that faces the Waking Sea in dresses with fewer layers, lighter weight fabrics, and less corseting than she would wear out in society. Her hair is up more simply than usual and she looks alternately vexed and content depending on whether or not the breezes are currently blowing past her off the water.
All things considered, it is not a poor place to spend the afternoon. Do come play cards, or read, or chat about current events, or drink, or watch the late afternoon storms roll by in their brief cacophonies.
(Or be smugly used to the heat, you Tevene savages.)
[ impromptu group activities welcome :3 ]
II. Wildcard
Catch her outside painting on the two non-garbage days this month. Sit in the Memorial Garden. Something else!

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"Where to?" Probably somewhere with food and water, if she has anything to say about it. The last thing he needed to do was dehydrate and malnourish himself.
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"Not far," she replies, gesturing over to a stack of nearby crates that are in the shade of another building and just far enough away to pass the edge of the nearly solid wave of heat from the forge. "I'm not trying to steal you, just harangue you into eating." She's brought an eminently portable lunch of pickles, cold hardboiled eggs, a couple of chunks of salted beef, and half a loaf of this morning's bread; she'll toss him the waterskin as well.
Once they're settled, Nari seated one crate higher so that she can chat with him properly without having to crane her neck, she asks "How's the house?"
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"Thank you." He takes a seat next to her. He takes a sip from the waterskin and contemplates her for a moment. "The house is good. Rey's been trying to learn how to garden. If you go over, I'd be careful, though. Rey has traps hidden all over the place since you helped us move in."
He shakes his head, grimacing at the thought. Luckily he had no problem getting in and out since he knew where every trap was, but he felt sorry for the poor fool who tried to break in.
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"Old habits die hard, I guess?" she asks, pulling a knee up to her chest. "I'd offer to help with the gardening, but I'd just end up killing it all somehow." That was one skill she was fairly sure she'd never pick up. It was an honest miracle she hadn't yet murdered the little cactus she'd brought back from the Approach because despite her black thumb she did love greenery and it seemed fairly self-sufficient.