OPEN + starters | nothing is what it seems

[faithlikeaseed]

WHO: Myr & YOU; starter for Simon (and more by request)
WHAT: Divine Election nonsense + an elf/mage doing elf/mage things
WHEN: All through Drakonis
WHERE: The Gallows & Kirkwall
NOTES: hit me up if we've discussed something for this month & you would like a starter for it!

i. extended office hours - Chantry Relations office
With the Divine's election in the offing, there's much for Chantry Relations to do, both officially and not. Above the board there's letters to be sent on Inquisition policy, research to be done on the various candidates' intentions for the organization, requests to answer for their agents as guards or troubleshooters at Chantry functions, good will on all fronts to curry and maintain. That by itself would be enough to keep Myr in the office most working days of the week--

But there was also the matter of Skyhold's unofficial suggestion that Grand Cleric Clorentine ought to be discouraged in her ambitions. After much deliberation (and thought, and prayer), he had agreed to go along with it--and so there is all that much more deniable work to sort through as well, often later in the evenings when he's alone.

So: If anyone's looking for him they would find him in the office from shortly after breakfast to not long before dinner (and sometimes well after it), with or without Cade present; the door's usually open in invitation, a kettle of hot water for tea and a plate of treats on a side table to share with anyone who stops by with a concern or a report.

In the new-minted Inquisition tradition, he's also left a box outside for anyone who'd prefer to bring their comments, complaints, or other communications through writing.

ii. cash me outside - the gallows & kirkwall
Despite the workload, keeping at it seven days a week through the whole month would be a recipe for disaster and cruel to Cade, besides. Myr can afford to set aside a day to tend to body and soul, whether that means spending time in the library with some light reading (Hard in Hightown for the umpteenth time) or mucking around in the garden with the Comtesse on hand to dispose of grubs or dead plants with all a nug's voracity.

Sometimes you might catch him practicing spells in a disused corner of the courtyard, tweaking the Fade in volatile ways that are prone to backfiring (though mercifully without much effect on anyone but him).

On good days he'll make the trip out to Kirkwall and the Chantry memorial garden there, to pray at Andraste's feet or simply sit on a bench and absorb the early spring sunshine.

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[faithlikeaseed]

"Everything eats nug," Myr replies with a grin. "So I don't blame her."

He dusts dirt off his gloves before pulling them off and stuffing them in a pocket, then clambers to his feet to join Kain--and eye those packages with a decidedly appreciative air. Despite all his joking, the Comtesse is definitely not getting the lion's share of those. At least not the ones suitable for both elvhen and nug consumption. "Well enough and delighted spring's making a return; winter here in the south is an obscenity," though his cheerful tone belies that; this is simply complaining for effect and nothing serious.

"How was Orlais?"

[in_death_sacrifice]

"At least she has a strong defense mechanism... running and hiding." Kain is more of a direct confrontation sort himself, but he has a bard friend who happens to prefer the option to flee or hide whenever possible. It's kept the man alive all of this time, so perhaps he's on to something, after all.

Kain nods as he opens each package in turn to show what's in them, before handing them over. "It's a relief to see better weather, indeed. I'm sure they'll be glad for it if and when it improves more in Orlais. The month I was there was terrible." He frowns. "In terms of weather, but also in terms of the overall mood. I was visiting an area well away from the fighting, but as you can expect, the mood was still tense overall."