I have been allowed to survive to this. Through everything. Miracle. Grace.

[heorte]

WHO: Ellis + OTA
WHAT: Homecoming
WHEN: Guardian
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Thread collection. Closed and open starters in the comments. Holler if you want something bespoke or drop in a wildcard, I'll roll with it.

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closed.

[heorte]

ota.

[heorte]

Technically, it's not at all unusual to see Ellis occupying the space in front of the fire in the dining hall. It's not his preference, but he had taken up space there often enough, taking advantage of a spot where the light is good and Noose comes to drape across his feet when it is perhaps too late to travel to Wysteria's house to spread his mending across her kitchen table.

Had no one been paying close attention, the sight of Ellis returned to his seat there might be so routine so as to be unremarkable.

But perhaps the five month absence and the massive red-hued mabari stretched luxuriously across the hearth warrant a second look. (The assortment of items to be mended is much diminished, and the habitual whistling is absent. The mabari bears an assortment of scars, outstrips Noose in size easily.) The patter of boots on stone prompts no particular reaction from either party, but should the footsteps veer closer—

The mabari's eyes crack open, then narrow at the approach of a stranger. Ellis' head lifts from his work, fingers stilling over the thread long enough for a minor nod of acknowledgement.

"Aye?" is polite, more question than welcome.

ota.

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The library is the same as it ever was: overcrowded. A little cluttered, a little dusty; it's disorder that comes from consistent use and no dedicated attention to tending the aftermath.

Ellis thinks briefly of Mhavos as he winds his way through the stacks, come and gone and come and gone again, archivist's desk abandoned in his absence. He raps knuckles at the edge before passing into the stacks.

At the present moment, masks are stacked haphazardly atop the shelves. Ellis lingers in the center of the aisle, looking up. Nothing is labeled, or not labeled on the ends jutting out over the edge of the shelving. They'll all have to come down, so he retreats out, casting about for anyone else who can be recruited for the cause, or a chair that might be dragged over.

Which brings him to the nearest table, though before he reaches to commandeer the necessary furniture, he asks the occupant, "Do you mind?"

eventually

[nonvenomous]

[ via enchanted book, very early one particularly cold morning: ]

I would like to hear about what you learned while you were away.

wildcard library ish

[kantikoy]

She spots Ellis going in to the library from some distance away, and thus, by the time her short legs catch up to the other Warden's position, he's already alighted upon a chair and began the process of... whatever it is he's up to, exactly. Reorganizing the stacks? Dealing with the masks from Val Chevin, perhaps.

"Would you like another pair of hands for this?" She smiles up at him from her place standing next to the chair. She doesn't know what, exactly, he found on his trip to Weisshaupt, but she is very glad to see him again.