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

fireside.

[hornswoggle]

"And where's your son on this fine evening?"

Fine being generosity on John's part. The ice and snow make life more difficult for him, and he has yet to acclimate to the cold, even after a handful of winters in Kirkwall. The chair opposite Aenor is nudged closer to the fire with a quiet scrape before John settles into it, mug balanced on the arm of the chair, and stretches out his leg towards the warmth.

"Braving the cold to explore Kirkwall?"

[dinadhal]

"Who can say?" She scoots her own chair a little closer, partly in solidarity and partly because there's no reason not to be as near the fire as possible. "This cold, I think, is worse than we have in the Anderfels. It stays with you. But my dear son, he is hardier than he looks."

Some amusement in that last comment--Caric's a thin man, tall but not entirely without an elf's frame. Or perhaps that's simply maternal bias. "Where is your captain? Him, I remember from our dream."

[hornswoggle]

That prompts a smile, held for a moment before John sips from his mug. That's not such a surprising thing to hear. Maybe impressions built on a dream are not inherently reliable, but Aenor has struck him as unflappable even in the face of trying circumstance. Nothing he's seen so far has dispelled that, and it stands to reason her son follows along after.

"In the Forces office, buried in reports," John answers. "You'd be surprised the amount of paperwork generated by this endeavor."

And whether or not John intends to find his way up to that office at some later point does not follow.

"How are you finding it? Riftwatch?" he asks instead. "I would hope we make a better impression outside of a swamp."

[dinadhal]

"Ah, paperwork." A dismissive gesture. Poor Jim, trapped under mountains of parchment, all for the sake of a few amusing dreams. She'll carry such things, but actually creating them sounds like entirely too much work.

As for Riftwatch itself...she lets herself savor her cider for a moment, both hands around the clay mug as she sips. "Any impression is, I think, better outside a swamp. And I am not one too proud for outdoor living! So far, it is...chaotic. Much to do and nothing to do, all at once. How do you find it?"