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!]

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[ungovernable]

It's not without some visible gratitude that Benevenuta takes that hand - she doesn't seem too unsteady, but it's her first time and she's cautious, keenly aware of the tumbles she took (and the worse ones she only barely averted taking) on her first journey up to Skyhold. If Dorian hadn't been there -

Well, it didn't bear thinking of.

"In a manner of speaking," as far as voluntary possession goes. She warms a little, at the way Araceli's interest in understanding seems genuine; what she offers in return is interesting. It isn't so shocking that the rifters might actually have something to offer, it's just - that she hadn't really thought. She hadn't thought they didn't; she'd simply not thought about them at all, most of the time.

Perhaps it was a bit of an oversight. Maybe.

"Yours is a cyclic ritual. I think it must be beautiful, in its way."

[foxsays]

“I would say the worst part is done but some still balk at the fall even if it’s the simplest and easiest part.”

Falling is easy, if you don’t think, and in Thedas there’s too much thinking. Everything about the Fade, the mages and the templars, the Chantry, the Divine - well maybe that’s why she’s had more and more signing up because when all you have to think about is checking where your hands and feet need to be, to remember to let out all the air in your lungs and just let go? But she’s not canvassing for opinion, climbing is fun and useful, anything she learns in the course of it just a happy bonus she can pass on to interested parties.

It helps, usually being the only rifter at them, only having to speak for herself and learn whatever she likes because add another world again and things get complicated quickly.

“Do they talk then? I don’t think the ones in the Mire were a good example and usually it was just some...strangled grunt before one of them lurched towards us.” Not that she knows if she’d be comforted by the dead speaking but there would be a sort of wisdom to come from them. In remembering the past and the mistakes.

But then home isn’t quite so mired in it, able to go build a new home instead of scrabbling for lost relics.

“Isn’t that the way of everything? The tide goes in and out as it ever did and ever will, the moon waxes and wanes, women know it better than anyone. We have one life that we live, what use would I have for any of my things when I’m gone? I’ll be off beneath the waves where we came from, let another girl grow strong eating the fish that fed off me.”