Dream and Idea

[judgemewhole]

WHO: Norrington and You
WHAT: Norrington and the Seven dwarves Templars arrive at Skyhold
WHEN: Beginning the 3rd week of Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Warnings for the Chant of Light. Because Templars.

Night had fallen on Skyhold when the guards at the gate spotted seven soldiers mounted on horses, with another driving a car behind them, riding across the stone bridge to Skyhold proper. The call-out did not occur until the watchman on duty spotted the templar armor. The templars in Skyhold were many, but not so many that the watchmen didn't know who they were dealing with.

When they arrived at the gates, the man in front dismounted, and with a promptness that surprised the gate guards, gave them travel papers and proper identification. The man was clearly weary - his green eyes were red-rimmed with exhaustion, but he held himself up right and straight.

The guards sent word ahead, to anyone who might be up and still in charge, and then opened the gates to let the templars in. They pointed them to the well, and to the stables, while they got someone to ... well.

They didn't look like red templars. Were they rogues? Were they spies? They were watched quite carefully.

For their part, the templars themselves seemed rather subdued. Taking care of their mounts, talking amongst themselves. Except the tall, dark haired man with sharp green eyes. He muttered something to the red-headed templar, before starting to walk around Skyhold itself. It was clear the man was looking to get the lay of the land.

...Or perhaps to figure out just what the hell he had gotten himself into.

Who was to say it could not be both?

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[judgemewhole]

He falls silent, and listens. It was one of his best qualities, First Enchanter Lydia had always told him. An ability to listen not only with his mind, but with his heart and his honor.

Well, that is a surprise, and a welcome one. That the Circle was willing to accept a fully Dalish mage in its ranks meant this Council was looking to be open. He pauses, and turns a little so he faces her seriously, "I sincerely hope you can find one. Truly. I just want to live in a world where if mages are free then they use those talents to help, and not to harm."

He tips his head a little, "And the only mages I truly discredit are Magisters ... and Blood Mages."

[mythalenaste]

"Even magisters and blood mages have knowledge. Knowledge isn't corrupted by poor morality, only its use." A faint smile. "The Chantry has banned a number of texts I need for my research because they were written by magisters, or disagree with the Chantry's stance about discrediting elven heathens."

[judgemewhole]

Now this ... this was something he hadn't considered before. He frowned, and sighed, "Then I suppose my view is tainted as well, because I have only ever seen it used for selfish and cruel purposes." A faintly dry smile, as he led them to walking again, "And since the Magisters continue to state that Andraste is not the Bride of the Maker, you'll forgive me if I don't exactly trust them on matters of faith. Matters of magic, I leave to the better trained."

He looked over at her, before shaking his head, "Yes, but you believe. This is why I despair for the Chantry -- it should not matter what you have faith in, as long as you have faith. Our Maker is not so petty that he would forget any of his children, nor would he ignore their pleas while their own Gods are locked away. We have gotten so lost in proving that we have faith in our beliefs that we have forgotten that the Maker left us because we were arrogant to think we could define that faith."

[mythalenaste]

"I thought the Maker was no more present than the Creators." Her grip on his elbow is less tentative, more casual. "It seemed a strange resemblance between our faiths, that the gods have all disappeared."

[judgemewhole]

"Just because he is not here, does not mean we cannot feel him in our actions." James responded immediately, before he gestured, "Do you not feel your Gods in everything you do?"

One corner of his mouth twisted, "Which perhaps means there are even fewer reasons why our people should continue to be at odds, eh?"

[mythalenaste]

"Yes," Pel agrees softly, to both statements. Her hand lightly squeezes his elbow. "I feel Mythal. I pray to them all, but I feel her, as if I am called to her. As if she calls me from the Beyond to protect the People while she is locked away. I know it sounds completely mad, but--"

She stops suddenly and looks up at him, having surprised herself.

"I never thought I would tell that to a human. But I believe she hears. I believe I must do her work, while she is gone."

[judgemewhole]

"It's not mad, my Lady, it is faith. You hear the call of your Goddess just as I hear the call of the Maker. We are asked to take on the charge of a higher purpose, for the betterment of our people." It made perfect sense to him - it was what he knew he had to do after his family had been killed.

He crooks a smile at her.

"Well, I never thought a Dalish understood perfect faith - so we are both surprised today. Pleasantly, I hope."

[mythalenaste]

That gets an answering smile from her. This is oddly comfortable, this companionship, and she doesn't even know his name.

"What is your name?"

[judgemewhole]

Ah, she has a very pleasant smile. Of course, when she speaks he realizes he had been talking to her this entire time without a proper introduction. Tch, Norrington.

"My apologies, my lady. Please forgive my poor manners for not offering a proper introduction." He turns to her, putting a hand to his chest and bowing slightly, "Knight Commander James L. Norrington, at your service. And you are?"

[mythalenaste]

Humans have so many names.

"Pel of Clan Ashara." And Ghilan, she wants to add, but it would make him ask what she means.

[judgemewhole]

Part and parcel of having so many traditions themselves.

He bows again, before offering his arm once more, "Well then, if you would continue to do me the honor, Lady Pel?"

[mythalenaste]

A substantial blush. Only Zevran treats her so, and with him, it's a playacting thing they do.

"I'm not any manner of lady," she says, taking his arm again to continue their walk.

[judgemewhole]

Well, he is no great flirt so he is guessing she has rarely had the pleasure of being treated in what he considers a courtly manner. At least if those blushes mean anything.

"A lady is not made by birth, Lady Pel, but by demeanor and carriage. Something my mother sank into me at an early age." He stated simply, "I have found it a philosophy that is generally agreed upon."

[mythalenaste]

She bites down on a smile. "You mean I walk like I'm going to kick someone's arse. It's a self-defense mechanism."

[judgemewhole]

Now that surprised a laugh out of him, and he choked for a moment before he cleared his throat, "...Well. It is quite an effective one. I fully believe you will kick my arse."

[mythalenaste]

Now she's laughing too, with less reservation. "Only if you deserve it. Kick a dog or take the last cream cake and you'll have something to worry about."

[judgemewhole]

"I would never kick a dog." He stated firmly, before he smirked again, "I make no promises about the cream cakes. I am ... fonder of cookies, though."

[mythalenaste]

A playful flinch. "You can have those. They're like...sweet, crumbly hardtack. I like the texture of cakes better. It's fluffy and lovely. I don't get to eat fluffy things as often."

[judgemewhole]

"Well, that is why I like them. I like something with a little more, ah, crunch." He is looking at her thoughtfully then, before he looks around the garden, "I cannot procure you a slice of cake in this location -- but I shall see what I can do in the long run, my lady."

[mythalenaste]

She blushes again. It's like Zevran, but less overcharged sexuality and more baffling sincerity.

"Thank you for the thought, Ser James." Look at her, a lady and a knight-commander. It's like one of Varric's novels except with less blood magic. "You're very kind."

[judgemewhole]

He gave her another small, but warm smile, something that lit up his entire face. Well, he certainly hadn't come into the gardens to be charmed by a Dalish mage, but here he was. Charmed.

"Well I think anyone who is working as hard as you deserves some fluffiness, Lady Pel." He tipped an invisible hat to her, "And it is the least I can do."

[mythalenaste]

"Working so hard I'm taking turns around the gardens with a handsome knight-commander."

[judgemewhole]

And now it was his turn to blush, but it all came up with a flush of red that started on his neck, and his voice lowering just a touch, "Tsk, I hardly think you being a charming walking companion around the garden will earn you a slovenly reputation."

[mythalenaste]

She has to remember to take a step back, keep from being totally brazen.

"I think I have a reputation for being...rather the opposite, already. I've often been told I could use a few turns round gardens."

[judgemewhole]

He quirked up a small smile, before he remembered that he too, had to make sure that he wasn't being ungentlemanly.

"Well, if you ever require someone to walk with you, I would be honored. Although I take it you do not spend your entire time in the garden?"