faderift | Never An Uneventiful Day

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.

Threaded | Flat

Ariadne was dozing again. After falling through the Rift, one would have thought she'd learned her lesson about napping in the high branches of trees. But really, it wasn't the tree's fault that she'd fallen through the way she did. At least, she didn't think so. Anyway, even if it had turned her Human in body, she was still Alastrian at heart. And Alastrians had a hard time sleeping in low places.

As so often happened in that place between sleep and awake, her mind was wandering. She was lazily drifting it the memory of her early days with Aunt Lysia, learning how to do things like open and close doors, bathe inside the house, wear sandals, and eat at a table. At the time, it seemed like an insurmountable amount of new information. She never thought she'd be able to remember it all. But she'd managed. Somehow.

She was back in that place again. She had to relearn an entire world. And in the moments when she wasn't being aggressively optimistic, it threatened to overwhelm her.

But she had to figure it out. Somehow. Because it seemed like she was going to be in Thedas for a long while.

Norrington should not be surprised to see Alayre there, and he is not. He himself is carrying his currying kit for Dauntless, and when he spots Alayre already grooming his horse he whistles softly to get the man's attention but not to startle the animals.

"Well met, brother. I see that you had the same idea of seeing to your mount." He clucked at Dauntless, offering him an apple while he removed the blanket from him. He was pleased to see his manager filled with hay, and his stall clean. Master Dennet was truly a master of horses.

Down one of the aisles, leaning against the wall and staring balefully at the shelves, is Lenneth, her face a warring combination of defiance and defeat.

Normally, Alistair doesn't ask permission to touch the horses in the stables. Or to feed them. He knows horses--almost as well as he knows dogs--and he knows he isn't doing any harm if he brushes out their manes or slips them bits of apple when he passes by, however much the stricter hands might complain about spoiling them.

But this particular horse has a person already attached to it. Alistair stops outside the stable door with a cut of apple ready in his hand, poised to give her, but when he's being watched, at least, he's polite enough to ask first: "Can she have a bite?"

He holds up the apple slice to illustrate.

Courtyard

Stables

Library

Stables!