oh, when I dream it's in colour

[sulahnan]

WHO: Athessa and YOU
WHAT: Farewells, written and in-person
WHEN: ICly mid- to late-Drakonis
WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall
NOTES: Keeping all of Athessa's goodbyes in the same place, closed starters in the comments

open: packing

It's not difficult to see that something is happening, if you happen to be on the fourth floor of the old mage tower in the Gallows. At any given time of day Athessa's room may be wide open, with the elf within throwing things about in the typical spring cleaning fashion, only with more emphasis on putting things into a traveling trunk instead of tidying it.

Without looking, Athessa will call out to someone passing by her door, "Hey, hand me that, will ya?" and point at something or another. Yes, she could get up and get it herself, but she's sat on the floor trying to figure out how to fit everything she needs into this trunk. It'd be a lot easier if what she needs was confined to just her bug-out bag, but that's in the trunk, too.

Sometimes the door is shut, and there isn't much to see but the ruckus can be heard in the hall, the scrape and wheeze of furniture being moved around because when the fuck did she get all this stuff? It sure seems like she's preparing for something, and in a bit of a rush to do so.

open: docks

The day she leaves, Athessa can be found hauling her stuff down to the docks, one heavy trunk of what-have-you that thuds cacophonously down the stairs unless (or until) someone gets sick enough of the thudding to offer a hand in carrying it.

Once at the docks, that trunk will be hauled aboard by some deckhand or another, leaving Athessa to stare up at the sight of the ship that'll take her across the Waking Sea. It hasn't been all that long since she's been on a ship, of course, but it's been some time since she felt like this. Uncertain of what she's going to find where she's going.

Comments

[nonvenomous]

Of course.

[ Loxley’s entire bed is currently available.

No, not really, although there is a sharper flicker behind his eyes when the thought fleets through, narrow as the grass snake up his sleeve. ]

If I move him into my quarters I’ll leave you a note. How long will you be away?

[sulahnan]

Few months, probably.

[ The plan has already changed on her once before, so she isn't sure that at the end of this assignment it won't just change again. She shrugs. ]

I'll have the book with me, but I doubt I'll be able to talk to a rock without giving myself away.

[ In case he wants to contact her. She sees the state of the room behind him, the emptiness of Loxley's bed and all. It's too clean, just like his appearance. It's such a stark contrast to how she saw him last, albeit from a distance. ]

Are you...how are you doing?

[nonvenomous]

[ He nods to her answer and again less convincingly to the question that follows, as if it were yes or no. ]

It’s been quiet.

[ But not necessarily in a bad way. The tilt of his brows is unsure, weighing the absence of any true additional disaster against the disjointed scribble of his personal life hanging over the fresh memories of half a dozen dreamed betrayals. ]

I wouldn’t mind an extended assignment elsewhere.

[sulahnan]

Lookin' for a different kind of quiet?

[ She leans her shoulder against the door jamb, absently rubbing her eye and scratching the scar on her cheek with her thumb. Sleepless idle animations, nothing more. ]

I'm sure someone could send you off someplace, for some reason. D'you want me to write you letters while I'm gone? I could...I dunno, describe stuff and you can pretend you're there.