WHO: Alistair & Others
WHAT: Some sulking, some snark.
WHEN: Third week of Haring + bonus first week of Wintermarch.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: No open starters, but if you want something PM me or hit me up on Plurk! Or drop a starter of your own on me and I'll roll with it.
collapses onto you, belatedly
In context, and given his mood, it's sort of a creepy laugh, caught and carried by wind that occasionally whistles or howls. He'd thought he was alone; he wanted to be alone. His presence out in the valley now is an empty threat to walk across Orlais by himself if he has to, witnessed by no one and thus not doing much to make him feel better. So out here in the emptiness, piercing through his dour mood, the laugh is creepy.
He walks toward it all the same. He's brave that way.
He's a noisy walker, more so in the snow, and makes no attempt to sneak up on her or to get too close. He stops as soon as he can see what she is—nothing ghostly or demonic, only an elf. A familiar one. His wary, sullen expression softens, just a little, into something more baffled and reluctantly amused. ]
You're going to freeze solid.
licks your face
Oh, not for a while yet! It's quite fun, actually, and warmer than you think if you're under the snow.
[ She flops back down, making some of the snow fluff up around her, and reaches backward for her staff. This time she stands entirely, using the base of the staff in a separate section of snow as balance before carefully leaping out of her own imprint. ]
And much more fun than just leaving normal tracks to follow back.