Never An Uneventiful Day

[equanimiti]

WHO: Alayre Sauveterre & whomever joins
WHAT: Sometimes doing a little bit of busywork does wonders for the mind. Alayre hopes that will be the case for him.
WHEN: Mid-Haring
WHERE: Various locations at Skyhold (Courtyard, Stables and Library)
NOTES: Both current and new CR greatly welcomed, also negative and positive CR is more than welcomed. Happy Holidays, btw

Stables

It's not uncommon to see the former Knight-Commander wandering about throughout the Hold, but it is a bit of a rarity to see him attending to his horse at the stables. As of late, Alayre been far too busy for his own liking. Of course his horse hasn't been neglected by the stable-hands here but Alayre missed spending time with Durandal. That's while he takes it upon himself to spend time with the white mare today and brush her coat. Now that winter has arrived, Durandal is a tad shaggier than normal. A common trait of a horse hailing from the north but that makes brushing Durandal more of a task than Alayre bargained for.


Courtyard

After spending one too many hours at the stables, Alayre makes his way towards the courtyard for the sake of relaxation. There's something truly rewarding about being surrounded by such tranquility, even if there's a few telltale reminders of the chaos that brews. An afternoon stroll through the gardens is a always next on his agenda followed by a brief visit to the library later.

Library

The library doesn't win over Alayre's interest for long due to the absence of a certain cheeky mage. It's somewhat awkward for him to be rummaging through the aisles in search or a good book; especially with the librarian glaring death his way. While it shouldn't be much of a surprise that rumors have begun about him and Salvatore, Alayre is silently mortified.

Comments

[judgemewhole]

Norrington understands this - he has kept his silence for so long on this subject that he feels like he has built up a brick wall around his own words. Yet if they cannot speak to one another, then how are they to change anything? How are they to come back from their mistakes?

Silence and following orders blindly was what had gotten them into this particular mess. Norrington was not going to throw his honor away for 'respectable silence' any longer.

"The Maker sets us all on our own roads, Alayre. We truly do not know what road Rutherford follows, because neither one of us has bothered to ask." One corner of his mouth twisted, "I hear he's somewhat antisocial -- but I have never known a Templar who did not need a meal. Perhaps we should bribe him out of his office with dinner and see what transpires."

He nodded his head at that statement, "As is mine. We start that by keeping our minds and hearts open for those who truly feel the call of the Maker to this duty, and letting our brothers who have been too scarred ... or in fact never should have been our brothers, go."

[equanimiti]

At the thought of Rutherford possibly being anti-social, Alayre could honestly see it. The man is reclusive and difficult to find at times thanks to his busy schedule. Therefore, maybe Alayre is a tad harsh in regards to Cullen. The Commander has yet to leave much of an impression on him and that's an unfortunate truth that can be rectified by an night out with ale. That is as long as Norrington plans to join them and maybe Taashath. The qunari certainly loves to drink.

"That seems as good idea as any." He replies in regards to taking the commander out for drinks. "Maybe I'll finally gain the answer I seek without merely relying on my assumptions about him." Alayre cracks a slight smile. "I'll make certain we'll drink well."

His smile dims. "The journey we have before us is a long one with many paths and roads. Along the way we may lose ourselves and those we once found dear, but we cannot stray from the path lest we're truly lost." If they must thin the Order's ranks to save it, then Alayre is all for it. It's as Norrington said, some simply weren't meant to be Templars.

[judgemewhole]

To be fair, all Templars have some level of anti-social behavior. It came from having to stand watch and hardly ever speaking to one's charges, something that had broken down in the Ostwick Circle. He had heard about the terrible things that happened in Kirkwall - that Cullen remained quiet and withdrawn was well, natural.

"As I have heard from the Lady LeBlanc ... assumptions simply make asses." He paused, and then smirked. "I am paraphrasing a little."

He nods at that, equally serious, as he continues to brush out Dauntless's tail. "There is much ... I am just unsure of where to begin. Perhaps once I am settled a little more, have a better idea of what we are dealing with. Outside of the Mage Council refusing Harrowings." A sigh, "I have no idea how they are going to curb this issue -- but I hope they inform us. This could get out of hand, all too quickly."

[equanimiti]

A laugh escapes him once Norrington mentions the witty Adelaide Leblanc. "Ah, you know of her! Honestly, that certainly sounds something that the Lady would say." He lets out a comedic sigh. "Lady Leblanc has a way with words, Norrington. I remember when I first met her, every word was layered with frost and disgust." He shakes his head. "That woman hates me, I'm certain of it. Although, I do believe we've reached a reasonable plateau as of late. I no longer fear that she'll freeze my heart cold anymore." Alayre sounds oddly chipper about narrowly escaping the Enchanter's icy fury. It's an achievement for him much like fighting darkspawn.

"Do they?" The conversation takes a more serious turn again at the mention of the Mage Council. "From last I saw of a proposal they introduced, I do believe they agree to the concept of Harrowings but under a new title and strict regulation by their council."

[judgemewhole]

"I have met the Lady. She very kindly fixed up my ribs - and then firmly corrected me on being an assumption, many times over. She reminds me of ... some mage friends I had, not too long ago." He sighed, quietly wistful, before he grins lopsidedly at Alayre's description. "I have yet to get to that state - so you are miles ahead of me, my friend."

Now Alayre had Norrington's attention, "Did they? Then hopefully Cade's information is simply woefully out of date. I am pleased to know they are coming up with a solution that will not require more strident methods."

[equanimiti]

Just when Alayre was about to check on Durandal's hooves, the other mentions Cade. "He's an odd one, isn't he?" He suddenly blurts out suddenly. "Don't fault him. When a representative hailing from the Council spoke with me, it was a few hours after the meeting. Initially, they nullified the practice of the Harrowings as a way to snub the remnants of the Templar here. Although, they've been lulled into reason." Lulled into reason? Interesting choice of words here. Alayre is hinting that someone convinced the Mage Council to allow the Harrowings to continue but he doesn't know who.

"Nevertheless, they have my gratitude. It should go without saying that the Inquisition has enough trouble to bear. We cannot have this become an ongoing issue." There's a little hint of frustration in his tone now. This idle chatter about the Council somewhat wins his ire.

[judgemewhole]

Norrington pauses at that, and nods gravely, "Yes, he is. I believe I know why, as well. He was at Kirkwall and ... well. Anyone who walked out of Kirkwall and could still call himself a sane man was someone made of sterner stuff than most." Read, Cullen Rutherford. "I came to help in that area, hunting blood mages after the death of the Grand Cleric .... monsterous, monsterous things, Meredith did there."

He pats Dauntless on the neck, before looking over at the other man curiously, "Lulled to reason, you say. Hmmmm ... I wonder who has a silver enough tongue for that." Oh, he's onto you.

"No, we cannot. The sooner it is resolved, the better. Then we can move forward into correcting the real problem. Corypheus."