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

[charmoffensive]

"That does sound promising."

He greets her by first bending down to kiss her cheek, while also taking the glass from her hand as smoothly as if he were stealing it. Then, Loxley settles in the chair opposite. For his part, he's keeping himself fed and healthy, out here, though there's a dark seam just visible from the line of his beard from some hard knock, but that too is on the path to healing.

A little dishevelled, like he'd been lounging about or even napping, curls combed with hands dipped in water, but otherwise groomed. "There's one with a unicorn on it," he says, "but only of you want to get properly fucked up."

[sulahnan]

Athessa laughs, shaking her head.

"I think I'm gonna stick with improperly fucked up for now. Don't wanna go overboard — ya know, lit'rally."

She nudges his leg with her leg under the table. "Did I catch ya napping? You've got that sleepy look about ya that I like."

[charmoffensive]

"You might've caught me napping, yes," Loxley says. "But such is the life of an incorrigible hedonist."

That's a joke, judging by his tone. He wishes. That sounds fun.

But he did catch that, the lit'rally, and where it's marked. His fingers fan out from his grip on his cup as he asks, "You've a ferry waiting for you already?" before bringing his drink up to taste.