And we are far, far from home

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli Bonaventura; open
WHAT: Parkour lessons part 2; writing letters home in the library; gals being pals with Korrin and Sina
WHEN: early Wintermarch;
WHERE: Skyhold; various locations
NOTES: Tavern thread is closed to Korrin and Sina but feel free to see and/or hear them

parkour;
It's been too long since she last organised real parkour lessons and so for a few days there have been notices tacked up on the bulletin board regularly to announce the start of a new batch of lessons.  The ropes are gone now that she's more sure of her teaching skills and her place within Skyhold, and there are a few more places with bales of hay beneath different chunks of the battlements now, not just that first crumbling section of the wall down by the stables.

The warm up is still mandatory though, and for a newbie, she'll still insist on watching you fall though this time it's only from the fence and into the hay, and no, she doesn't care if you feel stupid, you'll feel more stupid if you fell badly and broke a few bones for your trouble.

library;
When the rift pulled her through from Castileos, it was still summer, seemingly endless days spent longing for a breeze to blow in off the seas, the markets packed, a riot of noise and colour.  Even the smell of the fish market carried on the salt air is something she longs for as finds a seat somewhere quiet in the library, a neat stack of letters to one side of her as she stretches out her right arm with a muttered curse, trying to ease the cramp in it.  A smear of ink stretches up from her cheek, across and over her nose.  If someone were to read over her shoulder, they'd find letters addressed mainly to her mother, her father, or to a woman named Leandra more than to anyone else, all of them recounting bits and pieces of what she's seen here, what she's learned.

No one can say that a letter shoved through a rift won't go back home.

tavern;
Now it's not a crime if a person doesn't drink but sometimes a drink is good to help your forget, and well, Korrin likes drinking, Araceli likes drinking but Sina, well Sina might have told Araceli once that she's hasn't had a drink.  Not of anything that Araceli or Korrin are used to, that's for certain.  So what is a good friend to do?  Well if they're Araceli Bonaventura then they call in Korrin Ataash who just so happens to be the person who introduced her to the strongest alcohol she'd ever tasted in her life.

Not that it's on offer for Sina.  Babysteps.  Babysteps and watering it down to an almost criminal degree but such is life.

wildcard;
[Feel free to have spotted her elsewhere, for whatever reasons you'd like!]

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

"I like honey wine well enough, at least when I'm in the mood to savor something instead of head straight towards intoxication. Warm it up a little and it makes a good antidote to chilly nights. Araceli's right, I think it'll be an easier transition since the taste is different." Add some apple, brown sugar and cinnamon, and it's close to Korrin's recipe for spiced wine, which she's now longing to make. But she'll do that later; right now, anything that involves leaving the table is too much effort.

She does perk up at Araceli's question, thinking back to the aftermath of that one mage meeting, when everyone brought booze. "Yes, do tell. I know Merrick makes his own hooch sometimes, but I don't know if that's just his own thing, an Ashara custom or what. I'd love to hear more about your own clan in particular."

As much as she likes the Asharas, it's not quite fair to let them overshadow other Dalish.

[eolasemah]

Sina shrugs and grins, shaking her head. "Just honey wine, when they can get it," she replies, "it's difficult to come across these things when you don't stay in one place for very long, and there aren't many of us. I've never seen such indulgences as there are in Skyhold." Anything that isn't direct nourishment is rare to find or make in Clan Dahlasanor.

She sips at the wine again, and though she still doesn't enjoy the taste, she finds that it's starting to grow on her in a strange way. "I don't know if other Dalish have specialties. All the clans are different."

[foxsays]

"Are you sure Merrick doesn't make poison?" That's uncharitable of her but her experiences with Merrick thus far have been trying, if she goes with the most polite term that she can, and the thought of him making alcohol is disturbing. "Do you truly not trade then? Even little fishing boats usually have something brewing on them, they do a bit when they're in port and then as they're out it's ready to drink. Though we can't keep water on ships."

It turns into slime. Really smelly slime. It's bad.

"I can't imagine what that must be like, rum and brandy are staples for all of us, wine with dinner, spirits and other drinks imported on our ships...Each crew has their own special recipe of at least one way to fancy up the rum too, so it feels like alcohol again."

[gatheringstorm]

"Not on purpose. And trust me, it's not half-bad." Korrin darts a smile at Araceli, accepting fact that Merrick's prickliness hasn't endeared himself to a lot of people. The Vashoth herself seems to be an exception, for whatever reason.

Glancing back to Sina, Korrin gives a conceding nod "Fair enough. Life on the road has its limitations and I should know, since it's always been that way for me. My people my not be as secluded, but the best work we can get demands that we rarely stay put." It's a little weird for her, with Skyhold to return to and remain for weeks at a stretch, but nights like this...well, they remind her that it's not a bad thing to have that.