I. CLOSED.

[glandival]

WHO: Sabine and Martel
WHAT: We were promised rescuing lost animals.
WHEN: Haring 16
WHERE: Skyhold and beyond.

Sabine had spent just enough time in Skyhold to get the chill off her bones and eat something warm before braving the colder, steeper climbs of the Frostbacks once more. She leads the way, gamely clambouring over grey rocks, gloved hands over feet strapped into sturdy, light-weight boots, and a woollen cape that billows out like a sail at each gust of wind. Her nose has been pink since introduction, staying pink once they'd left the queerly warm heights of the Skyhold fortress. Her hair has been tamed, barely, into a thick braid, curls slipping free, and long, slender ears nipped by frigid air.

"But you're not a demon," she is saying. They're on the topic of how the big burly human got shat out of a fade rift, which normally is demons. Her Orlesian accent curls musical in her otherwise husky voice. "And you're not from the Fade."

Bear with her, here.

She temporarily disappears over a ledge of rock and snow, the sound of leather skidding along ice audible, followed by the sound of a landing that doesn't imply she broke anything. But she expects an answer all the same -- there are only five reasons she would be taking this journey with a human man. One is that he's a fabled rifter. The other four are the knives she has hidden on her person.