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WHO: Sidony & you!
WHAT: Catch-all/open for the month
WHEN: All the month
WHERE: Various - library, garden, infirmary!
NOTES: N/A currently

I. LIBRARY

All the books that Sidony had brought with her from Nevarra would never be enough to sate her curious nature, not when there was so much more for her to learn.

She doesn't spend much time with anything that spends a great deal of pages discussing magic or the nature of how magic might aid health - she avoids them completely, skimming them with a turned up nose, frustrated, trying to find something else. She longs for the libraries of the Mortalitasi, what she was able to see, what Ilias had been able to share with her once, the knowledge she had been so close to obtaining before she was casually dismissed.

It's hard not to be frustrated by that, though she does try. Most of the time.

When she has a handful of books in her hand, she makes herself comfortable with practically an entire table, spreading them out and turning here and there to look at specific pages. It's only then that she stops and unravels her own parchment, frowning as she looks at diagrams of the human body - different to what she's experienced personally, but that's to be expected. Not many people, even in modern day Thedas, might have the access to the dead that she does. Another thing she ought not to mention to anyone.

It's there that she can be found for many hours of the day, her candles constantly burning low as she turns pages, often ending up squinting in the half-dark with people milling around her.

II. INFIRMARY

This is where she spends most of her time, even if it might not be entirely obvious.

Sidony is always careful to clean up after herself. The little area she had been given when she had first arrived is enough for her, a small section of notebooks placed at one side, a series of vials and jars of poultices and herbs settled on the other end. It's always incredibly neat; as if she fears inspection at any time, as if she imagines that someone might come and demand something of her, demand that she do or appear better than she is, as if she is not good enough. Sometimes, things from childhood are difficult to shake.

More often than not she is making notes in a little planner, settled comfortably, leaning on her desk. Even here she is dressed very well - handsome, almost as if designed to make her beautiful amidst all the hassle and dirt the infirmary might itself bring. If someone comes in she's quick to put her quill down and glance over at them, to peer, a small, thin-lipped smile on her face for a stranger and something a touch softer for someone she knows.

A squeak as her chair is pushed back: you have her attention.

III. WILDCARD

( Find Sidony in the Gallows (her rooms!) or the garden, or somewhere else! Feel free to message me for a personal starter )

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