[OPEN] Talk philosophy to me...

[lil_lion]

WHO: YOU and Anduin Wrynn.
WHAT: Priestly kinglet adjusting to life in Thedas.
WHEN: Kingsway.
WHERE: The Gallows (chapel, garden, etc.).
NOTES: Fine time(s) to meet him, or catch up if you haven't seen him in awhile. I am on the Discords, and DMs are fine if you want to suggest something else.

i. THE CHAPEL

Anduin had picked up just enough Common to get by, more or less. In this case, less; he managed to switch around some adverbs and arrived just as services were letting out at the central chapel. He makes a mental note to revise these little words, so easily tripped over, once he gets back to his room.

As he turns to leave, he notices many of the congregants returning small books to a case nearby. As they file out casually, Anduin walks over and thumbs through one. He smiles ruefully to himself. At least this time he's sure that the book is upright. A pensive expression settles on him as he encounters more and more unfamiliar words.

ii. THE GARDEN

As soon as Anduin wanders into the herb garden he knows he will be spending a lot of his time here. For the first time, he feels the tug of the familiar and contentment seems to draw close. The tidy parterres are arranged in perfect symmetry while the trees, well cared for, curve gracefully in contrast to the harsh edges of the neat rows below. He hunts around for somewhere to linger, a bench perhaps, even a patch of grass will do.

iii. WILDCARD.

Comments

[faithlikeaseed]

Oof. Chalk it up to distraction and a lack of practice seeing things that he hadn't noticed the other young man was preoccupied. Had Myr a thought between his pointed ears under all that dandelion fluff that serves him for hair-- But that's uncharitable to himself and he cuts it off. "Sorry," he says immediately, abashed. "Didn't mean to interrupt."

At least this isn't someone he knows--yet--from the sound of his voice. Which might make the other fellow a rifter; the comment to Kirkwall's nature doesn't quite confirm it but leans Myr just a little more that way. His usual smile widens and becomes more troubled by a measure. "It is that. I don't know but anywhere the V--Tevinter used to sell slaves could be aught but grim. But parts of it," a nod to the garden around them, "have their charm.

"You're new here?"

[lil_lion]

"By no means, I would welcome the company just now," the 'just now' slips in a little awkwardly. It's true that he much prefers his time alone, in blessed solitude, or with the company of a dear friend. But he is in the mood for making new ones in this strange new world of Thedas.

"Yes, I'm what they call a 'rifter," he says readily. "My home is another world, called Azeroth. As far as I know, there's... no known way to return," the statement curls up into a question even though he's aware that it's hardly likely the stranger would unburden him of his worries.

climbs out of a pit of research

[faithlikeaseed]

Myr doesn't miss that hint of awkwardness, keen as he's become to nuances of tone, but doesn't wonder too much at it either; he knows what it is to smile and say just now and mean it in the future if not the moment.

"Welcome to Thedas, in that case," and there is warmth and welcome in Myr's tone; where another man might make it sarcastic, it's wholly earnest from him. "And I'm afraid--we don't know of any way for you to return."

He pauses a moment, studying Anduin's face, weighing what he knows of rifters and what he knows the Inquisition's been briefing them with. "Though if it's some consolation," he ventures after that moment, perhaps sensing something of the other's worries, "we've reason to believe you--haven't gone missing from your home."