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[katabasis]

WHO: Wysteria Poppell, Flint, & U
WHAT: Catch-all for Kingsway
WHEN: Throughout the month - backtagged and forward dated to your heart's content.
WHERE: Kirkwall, various
NOTES: Wildcards welcome; let me know if you want some specific and I'll pull something together for us.

[Starters are in ye olde subthreads.]

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[heirring]

"Oh, not even remotely close I'm afraid. Though I appreciate the sentiment." She doesn't seem terribly broken up about it. "No, I'm sure my master would say that I've been pulled away at a time where I know just enough to be dangerous and nothing near being useful."

Here she laughs, a genuine kind of easiness in it. It's a funny joke, you see, for one because she's very much not in the position to be dangerous to anyone nevermind how little she knows and for two because Mr Ralston, the Master in question, would fundamentally never say anything so kind as implying otherwise. Ah well. Thedas may not have much to offer in the way of continuing her rather specific education, but it certainly has the simple pleasure of not having to tolerate that man's company for another hour going for it.

[coquettish_trees]

"Is that not what teachers say always?" She tilts her head with a terribly amused smile which widens a bit to hear Wysteria's easier laughter. Hurrah, we're comfortable again! Ever so necessary for being able to continue to pick away in the search for interesting information, although she's beginning to genuinely enjoy the company as more than a curiosity.

"Or is it simply that we are so warned because we share both a thirst for knowledge and a certain impetuousness in its usage."

[heirring]

"I suppose we'd have to find a third test subject - a real dullard with no passion for the application of their studies - to be certain. But let us say that's the answer, as it's both kinder and more indulgent."

That flashing smile persists. It's slightly too honest and too broad for a young lady with a mind to preserving her complexion or even the narrowest air of mystery, but it's at least also unremittingly earnest.

"Speaking of-- I can't express how much I appreciate your indulgence of my company this afternoon, Lady de la Fontaine," --the name said with all the rounded vowels it deserves; what a pleasure it is to say it-- "It's rather heartening."

[coquettish_trees]

"I am entirely pleased to hear so, although saddened to hear you were previously disheartened. Although, I suppose, I can hardly imagine I should feel any differently were I to appear suddenly in an unfamiliar place with—" Alexandrie's hand rises quickly to cover a gasp, then moves to touch Wysteria's knee ever so lightly with an accompanying look of concern. "Were there demons? Say no, or that you were not hurt at all. How awful!"

[heirring]

"Oh yes, actually." She's says it quite seriously, with the mind to give Lady de la Fontaine's knee the credit it's due. There's a kind of kindness to being so horrified, whether or not it's true and even when it's very clear that she made it through perfectly fine or wouldn't be here in the garden today.

"There were quite a few demons. But no, not a scratch on me and I'm very relieved to report it. Not from them, anyway." She laughs then, a bright sound in the sunshine. "But here, you'll find this funny. As I came through the rift, I was so surprised that I tripped and twisted my ankle and nearly fell flat on my face. I'm sure it didn't help that we were in a wood and the ground was so uneven, but there you go. Ridiculous from the start, I'm afraid."

[coquettish_trees]

"Far better to be ridiculous than rent asunder." In contrast with the morbidity of her words, Alexandrie looks bright and relieved to have heard so. "Well and so, I demand you take heart despite both demons of the Fade and demons of Kirkwall society, for now we have made ourselves acquainted and I shall happily stick a hatpin in both on your behalf."