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

[foxsays]

After the abomination, despite her best efforts because she feels for the mages, because she holds some of them very dear, the magic makes her jump back, hand straying to her weapon. Her eyes seem wider in the dark and the smile wavers.

"I didn't mean to alarm you like that Pel," she reaches out to touch her arm carefully, a quiet reassurance of her intent. "But now I think I'm glad I did - this night is bone-chillingly bitter, should you not find a warmer place than this?"

[mythalenaste]

"Yes." Pel tugs blankets around her shoulders as she stands up. "Let's find a fire."

[foxsays]

"Did you mean to sleep out here?" She has to ask, and if she were a touch more chivalrous and less cold herself she'd tug off her coat but she'd like to be able to talk without her teeth chattering. "I know space can often be at something of a premium here but even the hayloft is warm on a night like tonight with the fire below."

[mythalenaste]

"No. I just." She shivers. "Fell asleep."

[foxsays]

Wrapping an arm around Pel to share her own warmth, but lightly enough so she can move away if she wishes, she shakes her head, casting an eye around for others who might have seen her. "You would have felt foolish if you had awoken by the tents missing fingers, toes and perhaps a part of your nose," she says it lightly, lips quirking into a smile to soften the harshness of it. "Though I do envy you, sleep has been hard for me of late, given...given what happened here."