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 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."