semi-open. your childhood home is just powder white bone, and you'll never find your way back.

[apostasia]

WHO:n Martel + Adelaide / OPEN.
WHAT: In preparation for offering combat lessons to mages, Martel is teaching Adelaide LeBlanc to duel.
WHEN: DUSK.
WHERE: The garden, Skyhold.
NOTES: Contains violence in the context of training, and possibly Adelaide's potty mouth. There's a starter for Adelaide, but if you'd like to hit up Martel afterwards, he'll have stayed in the garden after she leaves to write some notes on what they were doing. If you wanted 'Martel is sweaty, muscular' CR, now's your chance. (You also have a shot at catching a sweaty, angry Adelaide as she stalks off.)

Before Adelaide can say again for the eighth time, Martel steps to one side and puts up his training sword, the blunted, capped tip of the rapier bouncing against his shoulder as he half-turns to avoid her with ease. She's tiring - she's tired. Overextending herself, dropping her guard, breathing hard; he can see the unsteadiness in her limbs, the precursors to training injuries that will teach her nothing she can't learn by remembering she already damn well knows it. Nothing more will be productive this evening, no matter how determined she is to master the parry - they have worked hard enough that he is beginning to feel it, his lightweight shirt tacky with sweat against his skin.

"Enough, now," he says, with a finality he entirely expects her to ignore the first few times he's obliged to say it. "We'll take it up again tomorrow."

Comments

[fleurdesel]

This is-


Too much of it comes from a place she does not know well enough to comment on, doesn't at all understand. The world and lives of the Dalish are too foreign for her to have any frame of reference for anything other than the blood magic and the demon. That, sadly, is universal. Demons are demons. Blood magic is blood magic. Loss is loss.

"I- I cannot imagine how horrific that must have been."

[eolasemah]

Sina pauses to look at her, a small, apologetic smile covering her previous condemnation. "I only know if it through hearsay," she says, "I wasn't there, and was only a child when it happened. But Keeper Thalia made sure I knew, and understood where such a path inevitably leads."

[fleurdesel]

"The ends do not always justify the means. More often than not the means are what is remembered best for better or worse, no matter the intention or the result." It is a lesson they are all given in the tower, knotted up in not listening to demons for easy answers.