OPEN - Yes, we should like to see a burning-bush-type sign

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel Ashara and YOU.
WHAT: Blowing off steam after the emergency Council session.
WHEN: Backdated about two weeks to the IC Council vote.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Will update. There are a few starters in here.

Naturally, it's been a rough day. Naturally, half the Council thought the resolution went too far and the other half thought it didn't go far enough. Naturally, Pel is exhausted and frustrated, though overall glad that the Council passed something. She's going to avoid thinking about the next resolution she'll eventually have to write, whatever that will be, for the rest of the night. She's going to try to forget the Council exists and she is a part of it.

1

The first place Pel goes is the tavern. She needs a strong, strong drink. In fact, anyone who knows her (or can see how small she is) might be alarmed when she orders a glass of whiskey and downs it in one forced, gagging swallow.

2

After such a long time spent shut inside, Pel is out under the stars, wrapped up in blankets and sipping a mug of mulled wine. Her feet are tucked under her, her back resting against a tree in the courtyard, her head occasionally nodding.

3

A tiny elf is curled up in a shadowed nook of the courtyard, sleeping soundly, wrapped in a cloak and blankets. She looks pale and cold, tense even as she sleeps.

Comments

[mythalenaste]

"I know, it's rubbish. But at least a good half of our business is making people feel safe, not just keeping them safe. Ellana will take good care of you there, and keep people off your back."

[eolasemah]

Sina smirked in amusement at Pel's assessment, already feeling better about the whole thing. "Thank you for arranging it," she said, more amiably than before.

[mythalenaste]

"It was Ellana's idea. Educating you privately, I mean."

[eolasemah]

"Then I'll thank her." Sina spoke this with confidence, and proceeded to immediately blush again. She hid it in her mug as she took a sip of tea.