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[dirth]

WHO: Solas & you!
WHAT: Catching all the things
WHEN: This month
WHERE: Various (library, Kirkwall, offices, etc)
NOTES: N/A currently

THE LIBRARY.

Solas spends much of his time in the library - as he always does. With the recent promotion he has begun to gather a series of books on the Rifts and the Veil properly, the kind that he might be able to use as a list of recommended reading for anyone who might wish to join the project - not a demand, of course, but a suggestion, something that might help them with their questions and curiosities as time goes on. He will become busier, he imagines, and the amount of questions he was able to answer might suffer for it.

As usual, time passes and it seems as though Solas continues to use a great deal of his time collecting and reading books. He does not spend as much time sitting in 'his spot' as he used to before, but he does hover sometimes, flicking through his own notes as he considers what he might need to see taken to his rooms and what might be able to be left here. He will take some out, he must, but otherwise many of them can stay here for the rest of the public to use.

Sometimes, he sits in a corner keeping to himself, waiting, frowning, reading and reading. He makes himself comfortable eventually, pouring himself a cup of something to drink - deliberately not tea - before he gives himself a moment to shut his eyes and relax.

KIRKWALL

When not in the library, Solas can be found wandering Kirkwall, investigating things he might have otherwise missed. He doesn't linger much in taverns or bars - they're hardly the kind of place he'd waste his time, even if it means he might be able to discover more of what the 'common' people might be interested in - but he does travel to Darktown at times, does look into the depths of what it is like for the elves here, offering what he can to aid them as little as it might be. He is a familiar face to some of them: they are absent from the Dalish and so the two of them get along far better than he might with anyone of the clans.

Eventually, he makes his way back to the Inquisition proper and spends a little time wandering around the gardens, arms crossed behind his back and his attention focussed on the herbs, on the plants, on the things that interest him. He does not seem to mind being interrupted, if anyone has the desire, and he seems in a pleasant enough mood before he makes himself comfortable on a bench, drawing a book from somewhere and beginning to read, flicking the pages absently.

OFFICES

Thanks to his position as a project leader he has not been forced to spend more time in the officers, doing the work that must be done. He has books out over the desk, notes here and there, and the walls have already begun to have a few strokes of paint over them, some charcoal left here and there as an outline. Solas is making himself at home as best he can - it is no Skyhold, but he will make do.

The door is usually left open for anyone to come in and speak with him. When not, he expects a knock before he allows anyone to enter. Just in case.

WILDCARD

( Find him in the Gallows, near his room, hanging near Galadriel and anywhere else your heart desires! )

Comments

[dirth]

"I am sure there would be many people who would be more than happy to accompany you. There are a handful or so of Orlesians here that would welcome a chance to visit Val Royeux, should you ask. It's hardly too horrid a threat - and the chefs here have begun to make some kind of replicas."

Thranduil might have somewhat of a monopoly on that, though. One of the things Solas misses about their weekly visits is the sharing of the little cakes, his sweet tooth gone unsatisfied for quite some time. Something to think about for the future, he supposes.

The rest, though, makes his eyes narrow, just a little.

"I understand the Veil better than anyone else in the Inquisition, I'm sure," he made it, "but that does not mean there is not more study to be done, or a necessity to share that understanding. I did not mean that I needed to learn more, necessarily."

[the_cleric]

"Oh, sure. Replicas are fine. But you know what is the best? The real deal, man. I had a pastry once, and it was close to being like a pastry that I would get at home, in Nicodranas. But the cinnamon was not right. So then I was like," and she clicks her tongue, disappointed all over again, "aww man! This isn't right! I mean, I still ate it. But it wasn't the same. I guess if I have to travel all over this country to find the best pastry, I will have to do it."

A tough job. Thankfully, Jester is here. She has leaned forward in her chair by now, and put one of her elbows on Solas' desk. As she talks, and as he talks, she puts her chin into her hand. Cute, but thoughtful.

"Ohhh," she says, knowingly, "I get it. You mean that I need to learn more. Okay, I am cool with that! You know a lot, and you are going to teach me. So-o, what is the first thing that I will be learning, if there isn't a first thing to do."

[dirth]

"I'm sure I can empathise with the feeling," Solas says, voice low, a touch wry. Yes, he understands how it feels to see a replica of things - the world itself is a faux replica of what it had once been, with the Veil lifted and strong as it is, now. It's not quite the same as the longing for some kind of pastry or cake, but at least it's an echo of it; he has some kind of empathy, some kind of knowledge, some understanding.

He watches her instead, letting her have free reign of things. It's not as if he's bothered entirely; she has done nothing to really irritate him, not just yet.

"Exactly. Many Rifters are unfamiliar with the nature of the world in Thedas, even with some kind of basic education." He smiles, thin but soft. "What do you know of the Veil already?"

[the_cleric]

"We-ell, okay, so--like, I know that it is a thing, like a barrier, kind of sort of... a magic one... and that it separates us from ghosts and stuff... and there's the Fade, which is also something magic, kind of sort of... and mages can go there, which is pretty cool, and I wish I could do it... and it's always been here, forever... So, I know all of that. But, technically?"

Jester sits back a little and turns her sketchbook around so that he can see. There it is: the blank page. She smiles. Still very cute.

"Technically, I guess I know... nothing. Technically."

[dirth]

"You're not entirely on the wrong path." Solas can admit that, at least. For a Rifter she has somewhat of a firm knowledge of what the Fade is, and Solas can respect that. At least she has something for a foundation of an education, which he can provide a little of. Something, if nothing else, especially if she is to work in his project.

The blank page is very cute. His lip twitches.

"Where would you like to start?"