open. you believe what you want to believe.

[justashotaway]

WHO: Aenor Din'adhal, Laura Kint
WHAT: Catchall with open and some closed starters
WHEN: Immediately post-dream through the end of Guardian
WHERE: The Gallows and Kirkwall proper
NOTES: If you'd like me to write you up something particular, please PM justashotaway or dinadhal, PP , or disco dove#9906. Starters in comments.

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[dinadhal]

"So we aren't wrong." Breezily self-satisfied, reaching into a pocket of her cloak for a flask and a lump of wrapped paper that turns out to hold a sandwich. Brown bread, some kind of paste of fish and mustard, shreds of cabbage to give it a green touch. She'd never had anything like it before Kirkwall. "Half, it is for you, if you will call him Jim for me."

[pittance]

"You drive a hard bargain," Nudges the stick back towards her with a toe, "But I'm powerless to rye."

Smells something like it: The punch of earth and vinegar; of abundance. The fire's hot. His breath puffs cold.

"How'd you choose?"

Familiarity. A name. This sandwich — take your pick.

[dinadhal]

"He looks, I think, like a Jim." With a shrug, as if to say how is it we choose anything, Vance? And, holding the wedges of sandwich out to him so he can make his decision, she adds with an insouciant smile, "Am I so scary?"