( OPEN ) | a dream i can reach but not quite hold

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WHO: Sidony and you.
WHAT: General open post
WHEN: Month long
WHERE: Libraries, healers quarters, markets, etc
NOTES: N/A

LIBRARY.

The library has been Sidony's home away from home lately. She has her little kitten wrapped around her legs, dozing and settling, and she makes a soft noise as she turns the pages of her book. She's clearly frustrated as she makes notes here and there, hair curling around her shoulders and her fingers stained with ink. More than anything else it's clear that she's been sitting in her space for some time, books piling at one side as she makes her way through them.

It's not that Sidony dislikes research; she has no issue with it, not when she knows it is a necessary part of her professional and the process of learning more to heal. Her surgical skills have been developing and are good, she thinks, more than good - her confidence has never been truly shaken - but when it comes to healing, to try and match what the magical healers can do with a touch of their hands and a spark of their magic... Well.

There is a little she can do to make up for those gaps.

So she sits, idly petting her cat when she can, turning pages and trying not to look like she's about to snap her quill in half.

HEALER'S QUARTERS.

Sidony can often be found settled in the quarters and rooms of all the healers, either preparing creams and cleaning or tending any patients that come inside. She knows there are a great number of people in Riftwatch who were more than willing to ignore magical healing for the touch of something a little less frightening and she enjoys being the one they come to - the self-given title of Head Surgeon commands a little bit of respect, even if she might be a touch more demanding than the title would naturally offer.

She's dressed down when she is working, resting on the table when she isn't creating, sitting up straight when she is.

No matter what, she is attentive when someone walks in needing help - and she does her best not to look sour-faced and frustrated when they choose someone over her.

MARKETS.

Wandering around the markets is one of Sidony's favourite pastimes; she likes to look at the herbs that people have gathered and make a steal, she likes to watch people wandering here and there, dodging the thieves and letting herself feel as though she is a noble lady again. She might not be able to afford the same silks that she had when she was in Nevarra, basking in the glory of being from a family that had money enough to provide for her vices, but she still has her handmaid with her, helping her carry her baskets and chatting quietly and idly.

She does pause to look at some fabrics, does pause to let her hand brush over things - but it is more cotton now, the less fine things. At least there are some tailors in Kirkwall that have the talent of reusing her old dresses to make new ones, or mixing cotton with silk to make things look more stylish and expensive. Her desire to be independent is stronger than her desire to lean on her spouse for any kind of gifts or funding - Byerly had done more than enough for her at this point, after all.

If she sees anyone she knows then she smiles - and if they want to speak to her she allows her handmaiden to go and wander as she likes as she stops, smile coy and gentle.

WILDCARD.

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"Of course you did."

There's no judgement there, at least. Maybe Octavian would do something similar if he was given the chance - liberate their resting ancestors from the depths of the crypts in order to free them from whatever might happen in Nevarra. She hasn't been formally disinherited yet, not as far as she knows, but she's sure her brother would be content with taking the reigns.

He had always been content with taking everything else from her.

There's a long moment where all her focus is on the child and nothing else, beginning careful stitches - until it's clear that she's been in thought, considering her words.

"No. I do not know." It stings a little. She would like to know how her brother is, but that is beyond her now. She is not simply Sidony Venaras any longer; she is a Rutyer as well, for all that it means. "I have not heard a word from Octavian. I imagine even if all was not well he would not be permitted to write me. He is the most precious of mother's possessions."