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.

Comments

[dinadhal]

"No," she agrees, though she's cheerful enough about it. "This weather, it is wet."

Both fascinating and a little vexing to her, finding herself constantly with wet socks, cold hands, damp hair--while endless dryness isn't better by any means, she knows better what to do with it. After a sip of her mulled cider, she adds, "Aenor is my name. Not a Rifter. Where is it you're from?"

[truthtied]

"Themyscira," she says, because she misses it, because saying the name invokes some warmth still. The absence of her mother and sisters is a familiar ache. "It's an island, a very long way from anywhere. We didn't quite get weather like this, it's taken quite some adjustment." And the cold of the outside world had never bothered her the way Thedas' did. But never mind that. "And you? Where are you from?"

[dinadhal]

"The Anderfels. Not an island." Not unless endless desert counts as a sea, at least. "Tell me, you are surrounded on all sides by water? How do you tolerate this?"

[truthtied]

She laughs, "Easily! But I imagine I would feel differently if I was not raised that way. It's lovely though." The waters around Themyscira were day and night to Kirkwall's bay. "What are the Anderfels like? I'm not familiar with the regions in this world yet."