WHO: Yngvi, Tavin, Iris; open WHAT: Stuff, things WHEN: Wintermarch WHERE: In and around Kirkwall NOTES: Grab me on plurk/discord if you want something specific that's not there. Action brackets or prose, either is fine.
i; Orlais had little to say about Kirkwall that was kind, at least not in the Chantry where Iris became Sister Héloïse, a Revered Mother who shook her head and said more than perhaps was wise about impressionable girls. There's much of Kirkwall to explore and outside of a few trips and a quick errand with another Sister, Iris hasn't done much alone yet, settling in the Gallows, finding her way about quietly and sticking to places she knows.
Basket in her arms with food and coin because better to let the people choose – there'd be wine if it was home but belts are tightened here and she's too new to chance it – she's milling about through Lowtown and the Docks mostly, stopping when and where she will from early in the morning to late in the evening, a trip back to the Gallows to refill the basket.
Just a small Sister in Chantry robes walking about Kirkwall actually doing her duties because some people have to pick up the slack.
ii; exploring. Which is why Iris is maybe puttering around the library. Or watching anyone who might be training in the courtyard. Maybe she's in the stables talking to the horses and peering dubiously at some of the stranger mounts that might be lurking.
Or she's just poking around. With something that might make her look busy because you can't grow up in a Chantry without learning how to look busy lest some Mother or Sister or Brother or even a Templar stick you with chores or think you need to recite this verse or that. Sorry if it's your office or workspace she's just tried to have a peek in.
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Iris/Sister Héloïse
Orlais had little to say about Kirkwall that was kind, at least not in the Chantry where Iris became Sister Héloïse, a Revered Mother who shook her head and said more than perhaps was wise about impressionable girls. There's much of Kirkwall to explore and outside of a few trips and a quick errand with another Sister, Iris hasn't done much alone yet, settling in the Gallows, finding her way about quietly and sticking to places she knows.
Basket in her arms with food and coin because better to let the people choose – there'd be wine if it was home but belts are tightened here and she's too new to chance it – she's milling about through Lowtown and the Docks mostly, stopping when and where she will from early in the morning to late in the evening, a trip back to the Gallows to refill the basket.
Just a small Sister in Chantry robes walking about Kirkwall actually doing her duties because some people have to pick up the slack.
ii;
exploring. Which is why Iris is maybe puttering around the library. Or watching anyone who might be training in the courtyard. Maybe she's in the stables talking to the horses and peering dubiously at some of the stranger mounts that might be lurking.
Or she's just poking around. With something that might make her look busy because you can't grow up in a Chantry without learning how to look busy lest some Mother or Sister or Brother or even a Templar stick you with chores or think you need to recite this verse or that. Sorry if it's your office or workspace she's just tried to have a peek in.
Judging, maybe, depending on the décor.
iii;
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