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

[cozen]

"It is like anywhere. It depends on the part of the city you are in."

Trunk restored, he resumes folding, then moves on to stacking things in neat and transferable piles.

"I own a building there. The woman I am renting it to, Madame Meisent Paquin—she is a good woman. It is not a good building for sleeping in, but I will write you a letter to take her, and she should let you store things there. So anything that is in the way when you arrive and see how things will be, you can leave with her."

Out of things to straighten in his immediate vicinity, he sits up straighter.

"And never mind what I would do. What were you planning?"

[sulahnan]

Athessa looks at the trunk, then at him. She wants to take that offer of a letter, but she's supposed to be doing this without the benefit of prior connections. Even one for something as seemingly trivial as storing some extra stuff.

"I only have a loose plan, or just ideas, really. I've only got until mid-Justinian to get invited, on the one hand. On the other, that's two whole months and a bit. So I reckon I'll get there, spend...a week or so getting a sense of the place, make a few friends if I can, and figure out where the best place to be heard would be," She sighs and runs a hand through her hair, forgetting that it's tied up in a bun that traps her fingers.

"But I dunno whether I should be trying to get invited by the man himself or if I should aim lower, like a plus-one or something. Plus-one is probably easier, if I can find someone who already has an invite, but...getting directly invited seems like it'd be the biggest win, if I'm thinking of it as a challenge."