[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!

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for Adelaide

[cicatrices]

[ Cassandra is just exiting the War Room as Adelaide makes her way in that direction this evening. The great doors shut behind her, their exteriors currently brushed with snow blown in through the great gap in the wall on the chill breeze that comes as the sky darkens. (The builders claim the hole has no effect on structural integrity and so its repair has been pushed far down the list.) The wind rustles the papers in her grasp, and ruffles short dark hair where it is not pinned down.

They have crossed paths like this before, in the halls between Josephine's office. It is a well-traveled path, and Cassandra one of the most frequent occupants of the room with the giant table wherein the Inquisition's fate is plotted. Which sounds more sinister than it is, but the weight of the responsibility is real, something she carries in the set of her shoulders and jaw whenever she exits. It's hard to tell; to the untrained eye she always looks like this. The Seeker's greeting is usually spare-- not impolite, but naturally brusque and often distracted-- a shallow nod before she continues on her way. But tonight she makes eye contact earlier and more directly, and halts before Adelaide instead of continuing. She tugs at the cuff of a sleeve. ]

Enchanter LeBlanc. I had hoped I might have a word.

[madame_de_fer]

[Things have been busy since Vivienne's return. She's seen Cassandra in passing, heard others talking about her even, but as yet has not had the time to visit. Which sounds unusual but it's a smart move to stay in touch with the Seeker for any multitude of reasons. And the First Enchanter actually appreciates, even likes, Cassandra. Being Navarran royalty helps naturally, but beyond that, there is some genuine admiration for the woman.

They really should talk, however. About the Abomination and the Council, about the direction the Inquisition will take as an organization, about this marvelous book which is the newest fad in the Imperial Court. It is a smutty bodice ripper and it's boldly sitting right on top of a stack of books Vivienne's keeping stocked on the balcony.

Thus, the Iron Lady sends a messenger to Cassandra to join her for tea. It'll do the Seeker good to take an hour off from glaring at recruits and smacking training dummies.]

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.