and there's a glass on the table, they say it's gonna ease all my pain

[lettersfromhome]

WHO: Mia Rutherford and OPEN
WHAT: She spends a lot of time taking care of everyone else. She needs a drink or five to unwind before getting back to it.
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Herald's Rest
NOTES: Alcohol? Bad decisions?

She's not proud of herself for this. But there are breaking points, and she's nearing one, and it's better to deal with them pre-emptively than not, and have a fuss be made later. There are things that are completely out of her control, Maker knows, and she needs to make her peace with them.

Wine helps. So does the ambiance of the tavern, even if she sits alone. There's a homesickness that claws at her, though she refuses to let it take root too deeply. There's work to be done here, after all--

No. No work tonight. Just...relax. Listen to the music and the noise and the banter and try to let it go.

Easier said than done, but she'll muddle through it. Stubbornness is a Rutherford family trait, apparently.

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[foxsays]

"We all hope for different because that is the nature of those with big hearts and goodness in them, to strive to be better, to not be like something was before. Unfortunately for such people, there are many who like how it is or who know no other way." Nobles being one example, since the world always seems to be made to suit their whims here much as anywhere else. "Their struggle is theirs, it is of course the most important thing in the world and usually? There's so little they wouldn't do to increase their own standing or reputation. Rumours are one of their favourite currencies."

Tactfully she will keep her own stock of them to herself, she still has to do enough reading and questioning to understand key points that she has no idea of their value.

Snorting, she shakes her head and raises both eyebrows. "Of course what you want matters, are you supposed to be just some sort of statue gazing out at the world with empty eyes? Wants make us human, there's nothing shameful about the want itself."

[lettersfromhome]

"It's foolish to pine for things that are beyond reason to hope for. And I've no intention of being any more a fool than I've already been."

She sighs, hands lifting to rub against her eyes before pressing flat to the table, a breath straightening her shoulders as she shook her head. "No. I've spent quite enough time moping as it is."

More or less an attempt to will herself into not worrying about it any longer. Which might work in the short-term, at least...

[foxsays]

“Why foolish? Pining comes from the heart, not the head, hope from that same place. They’re hard things not to listen to but foolish and fool are not always the same thing.”

Often they are but some people are too practical to make a habit of it and everyone she’s met from Ferelden thus far seems to fall reliably into that category of having an almost obstinately pragmatic view of the world and how things go, just getting on with it all.

So if she can’t help her talk it out…”A distraction then? Those I can offer in spades.”