[semi-open] though all before me is shadow

[cicatrices]

WHO: Cassandra Pentaghast + others tbd
WHAT: A catch-all post for logs in January
WHEN: Late Haring, early Wintermarch
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: This isn't an actual open post because I'm terrible at writing open post prompts and can't keep up with many logs at once, but if you'd like to do something let me know on plurk or by PM and we can make up a starter!

Comments

what if I don't ask on plurk or PM first

[byblow]

[ Approaching her in the training yard isn't the least clever thing Alistair has ever done: there are witnesses, there's room to run, and if she kills him she at least won't be able to cover it up.

On the other hand, she has a sword.

But it's too late. He's already interrupted her and shuffled his way through as much introductory small talk as seems necessary when talking to a woman-shaped bird of prey with a very large army and, also, a sword. Which is not much. He doesn't even tell any jokes. Anyone who really knows him might recognize that he's still sulking, maybe a little resentful, but with the worst of his temper faded, he wears it more like a normal and appropriate degree of respect for the seriousness of the situation. ]

I don't think it will help, or I'd have said something sooner— [ which roughly translates into please don't put us in the dungeon ] —but Corypheus was, ah. We had him, before all of this. For hundreds of years.