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

[sulahnan]

Both, I guess, [ she says with a shrug, and laughs at his scowl. Friendly-like, not mean spirited.

But it fades, and they're left with the quiet of the Forces office, and the knowledge that she won't be back here for months. ]

I should probably get going. Don't wanna miss the boat.

[inkindled]

Oh--right. Yeah, 'course.

[Matthias, feeling much the same, shakes out of the silence and darts a glance toward the door, as if someone will be looming there, waiting to take Athessa away. Abruptly, he throws his arms around her a second time, another hug--tight, but quicker than the first--then takes a step back, letting her go.]

I'll see you when you're back. And take care and all, and if you really, really need something--well, you can contact me. I'll be there. I know you'll be all right, just--saying.

[sulahnan]

[ She laughs on a breath and nods. Yeah. ]

'Course. See ya when I'm back, [ she backs towards the door, not wanting to turn her back until she's in the doorway itself. She volleys a couple finger-guns his way to cover the awkward delivery of: ] I fuckin' love ya, Matty.

[ And then she rolls her eyes at herself for her awkwardness and sees herself out with a wave. She's trying to say she loves people more so she can stop feeling like the world is ending whenever it comes up. Matty was supposed to be easy practice. Oh well. ]