{ open } I left the only home I knew

[spellwisp]

WHO: Alfsigr and you
WHAT: Various activities about Skyhold
WHEN: Throughout Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
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By this point Alfsigr has more or less settled in to life at Skyhold, though she still isn't precisely sure where she fits in the grand scheme of the Inquisition.

She's not quite an academic or scholar, though she spends a good amount of time in the library reading just about anything she can get her hands on. Whether it's an educational text or a work of fiction. (She's read Hard in Hightown half a dozen times at least. Consequently, any time she happens to occupy the same space as the book's author, she gets just a little bit giddy, even if she tries really hard not to let on.)

She's no herbalist, but she helps tend to the various plants in the courtyard all the same. While they don't exactly thrive under her care, she hasn't killed one yet, so that's a plus.

She's certainly no spirit healer, and so far as anyone knows, she's no battlemage. She doesn't even have her own staff, but she makes due with what she can borrow from the stores when it comes time to practice. It isn't that she isn't enthusiastic about her craft, but she seems reserved. Like she might actually be afraid of what she could do, except that isn't quite it either.

She's no drinker, either. Despite all continued efforts at it. She spends a decent amount of time in the tavern - she finds the people terribly interesting, and she enjoys the taste of wine even when it's not great wine. But she doesn't hold that wine well. Half a glass in and she's usually rosy cheeked, slightly drowsy, and definitely giggly. One day she'll giggle in the wrong person's direction.

So, Alfsigr knows all the things she isn't. Surely that should eliminate enough to tell her what she is. No? Well, no matter. Nothing seems to dampen the young woman's spirit as she passes through the various public areas of Skyhold, inquisitive but quiet, seemingly without desire to cause a nuisance of herself, unless spoken to.

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[spellwisp]

Most seem to be giving a wide berth to the man and his... whatever that is he's got going there, but Alfsigr is drawn in by her curiosity. There's a spring in her step as she approaches, her own gardening project abandoned in favor of observing quietly for a moment before she reminds herself that that's weird, and she needs to say something.

She knows that scent, doesn't she? Her large eyes narrow faintly as she also experimentally sniffs the air. "What is that? I can't... place it. But you'd think I could, being as how it's so... uh, distinctive."

[seesobserves]

He glances up before he answers. Not at her — she's close enough to see without looking directly at her — but at the sky. Referencing it.

"Conditions here aren't right for growing Deep Mushrooms. Sometimes nature needs a leg up." Or, to be more specific, a concoction of swamp soil and spider guts. She'll likely be able to catch a bit of spider hair on the pestle when he holds it up again to check the consistency.

[spellwisp]

That draws a smile on the young woman's face. "Oh! That's really smart." She draws in a little closer, careful to stay out of his light, and peers more directly at the paste.

"Is there anything I can help with?" She doesn't mind getting her hands dirty in this most literal sense, repugnant smell or no.

[seesobserves]

That gets him to look at her — while leaning ever-so-slightly away, like a cat that's afraid it's about to be touched. It also gives him just that much of a better angle to examine her from, to look for signs that she might have some knowledge or experience that could be of use here.

Has he seen her before? She may have been one of the ones on the road from the Storm Coast. Or not. The faces blur together after a point.

"Sorry?"

[spellwisp]

All the commotion in this place means the faces sort of blur together for her as well. Either she knew them from the tower, or she didn't. Whatever fell during her exodus to Skyhold has mostly been blocked out for the sake of not having to think too hard about anything.

"Oh." The young woman shrinks back. "I'm bothering you, aren't I? I'm sorry. I just thought that what you're doing looked interesting, and thought maybe I could help somehow." She retreats a step, giving him back the space she encroached on, and poising her to flee if the embarrassment of her own social awkwardness proves too much.