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?

Comments

[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?"

[mythalenaste]

"I'm more often in the library. It's a little warmer, and better for my research. Average garden-walkers are made a bit nervous by magical research. Or...magic."

[judgemewhole]

He nodded his head, before tipping the invisible hat once more, "Then may I call upon you in the library in the future, Lady Pel?"

[mythalenaste]

That word again. A broad smile, and she closes her eyes very briefly to let out a faint laugh.

"You may not," she says lightly, "but you may call upon me anywhere else you see me. I do have to get some work done, you know."

[judgemewhole]

She has a rather nice laugh. He is not sure how he can actually make a woman like her laugh again, but he shall endeavor.

"Then I will look forward to our next random meeting, Lady Pel." He paused, for here they were in front of her tree once more. "Shall I leave you to your work?"

[mythalenaste]

She wants to say no, that she would like to spend more time with him first, but that isn't how these things work.

"You shall," she says playfully, or hopes she's saying it playfully. "I've no doubt we will meet again soon. Doubtless we'll have a much longer walk then."

[judgemewhole]

Well ... actually, that is precisely how these things work. He gives her another small smile, that grows a little at her teasing.

"I would look forward to a longer walk with you, Lady Pel. Until then, though, I bid you good day." He paused, wondering if he should kiss her hand - no, no, too forward, before he dipped down into a gracious bow.

Then he turned on his heel and walked away slowly. Squaring his shoulders, all that.

[mythalenaste]

Did she dismiss him too soon? She's still blushing. She grins massively to herself as he walks away, then quickly starts chastising herself. Too soon, too much, silly girl. Don't get your hopes up over the first good man who's interested in you since Gavin. It will never be that easy.