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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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"I hope so. I haven't had too much luck yet, but I'm hoping to find the right soil mixture for Prophet's Laurel." She leans in just a little, conspiratorial look in her eye. "I think it's pretty." It's useful too, but the aesthetic is a motivator.

The mention of the Fallow Mire has her perking up. She sighs. "I'm sorry I missed that, actually. I heard there were runes in the swamp." Her head tilts to one side slowly then, the delight draining away into a look that says on the other hand. "But also dead things. That's not so much fun. And the rain does tend to make things miserable. And the smell... Maybe I'm not so sorry I missed that."

Finding a good soil mixture he can actually understand. Part of what he'd learned as a lad was farming, and part of finding the best places to grow crops was knowing the soil. Unfortunately, he's only learned about a handful of the native plants, and even those

"Prophet's Laurel? Huh, I don't think I've seen that one yet."

He'll just have to trust her when she says it's pretty. But it's got an interesting enough name, and if he can figure out what it looks like, maybe he can keep an eye out for the type of soil it usually grows in and see if he can pass that information along in the future. And while he's fairly sure it's not one that grows in the Mire, he can see her perking up a little at the mention of the place in general - something that encourages him to talk about that part of things a little bit more.

"You're right about those runes, though. They were on these beacons that were lit with this funny sort of greenish fire stuff. Veilfire, I think someone called it. Mind you, it wasn't so easy to study it because of everything else, but I'd imagine someone around here was able to take a closer look at it."

Alfsigr nods eagerly at the explanation. Veilfire and runs are intensely interesting to her, it seems. "I'm sure if a scholar had an escort, a closer study could be made in the field." She is certainly not the scholar for the job, and she could use a bit more confidence in her abilities to protect someone before she actually sets about protecting someone in a situation like that. Especially given the reports that the dead simply do not stop coming. "Not that I think anyone should be rushing back to that place. There are more pressing concerns for the Inquisition, probably." Not that she's really sure.

"Is it terribly strange here?" she asks somewhat suddenly. "I've heard others say that it is."

"Think there'd probably be a few scholars around here that wouldn't mind that, to tell you the truth."

Not to mention a few people who weren't here who'd be fascinated about it as well - and probably wind up dragging him along in the process. However, since those people weren't here, Jamie had to agree with Alfsigr. People not rushing back to that place was just fine by him.

The sudden question on her end takes him somewhat by surprise, however, and he winds up opening his mouth as if to say something before winding up closing it again and bringing a hand up to itch at his ear. After a few seconds, though, he manages to recover enough to actually get out a reply, although it may not be one that makes all that much sense.

"Well- yes and no. Some of it's strange, aye. Some of it's not too different from what I was used to, a long time ago. Don't think even the strange things are strange for me as it is for some of the others, though."

"Really?" That draws a smile on Alfsigr's face. That he isn't so put off by their land is of course his own blessing, but it makes her feel better in some way. Better for him, and the other rifters, that things maybe aren't so terrible as she may have first imagined they are.

"Is there magic where you come from?" The question in itself seems absurd to her. Magic simply is and always has been, but there are reports that some of the lands the rifters came from are devoid of it. The thought fascinates her only slightly more than it strikes fear.

"Really."

The fact that it's gotten her to smile gets him to smile as well, something that's maybe ever so slightly lopsided looking, thanks to the way he usually tends to make faces - even happy ones. But he means it, and it shows for a second or two before he winds up shaking his head at her next question.

"There's not magic where I come from, though, at least not as such. There's...well, I used to think there was, but I found out that wasn't true. It's all machines and something that people call science. Except in stories, of course."

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