faderift | Wintermarch Is Always Interesting

WHO: Samouel Gareth and Anyone
WHAT: Sam celebrates the 16th quietly with a letter from home. Catching up. Work and lessons as usual.
WHEN: (Backdated to) Wintermarch 16 and onward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES:No warning at the moment. Catch all for some CR with Sam. Birthdays are weird.

After First Day it had taken a few days for Sam to pull himself out of the weird rut he had fallen into, what with a variety of good and bad things to start off the year; seeing James and the others from Ostwick, finding out that the First Enchanter and Knight-Commander had been killed, Krem having gone off on a mission, playing in the snow with others, etc. After that Sam seemed like his old self, falling into his usual routine of various lessons, magical and otherwise, as well as work. Even so it seemed like around the middle of the month his attitude took a dip again, appearing when he wasn't actively doing anything or paying attention.

[Magic Lessons]
Lessons sure have gotten more interesting since getting back from Emprise du Lion. Sam is even more determined to progress his training in spirit healing, and the other schools of magic. Even so he still has fun with it, learning to chill his hand without freezing it for the most part, or letting the younger mages 'teach' him how to do spells.

[Sparring: Magic or Melee]
For Sam being efficient in both his magic and his physical strength together or separate were important, both himself and anyone else who might be with him on missions. What little he had learned before Emprise du Lion had certainly saved him rear, so he makes a habit in shadow sparring about every day. Anyone is welcome to give him some pointers or ~~kiss his butt~~ challenge him to a spar.

[Armory]
Without any orders, Sam has been spending less time in the armory, though he still goes in some evenings to practice. Anyone looking to have something made or just wanting to talk where it's warm are more than welcome to join or meet up with him here.

[Tavern]
Even though he isn't a big drinker Sam has been enjoying certain drinks now and again at the tavern since he isn't needed at the armory as much. For the most part he spends his time chatting to various members of the Chargers, or just sitting in their general area, listening to their stories. Otherwise he can be found a the bar, the bartender giving him a look every time he decides to just drink tea instead of alcohol.

[Baking with Christine]
Christine had mentioned that she was starting to bake. Curious to how things were going and wanting to be of some support, Sam figures it would be a nice gesture to show up. Maybe offer a hand to help her with whatever is she is planning on making.

[Sina: This is how you pot (a plant)]
Well Sam had agreed on First Day that he would help with potting and moving plants with her. Even so he hadn't been expecting to be grabbed after magic lessons by the Dalish and getting his hands dirty. Not that he's complaining, but it was unexpected.

[~~Birthday~~ The 16th]
The day before Sam let everyone know that he was planning on taking this day off, that nothing was wrong, but just needed a little time. For the most part Sam takes the chance to sleep in, wasting as much of the morning while he can, and coming out once lunch was being served. It's during his meal that he receives a letter that he tears into with a bit of urgency. Halfway through a small smile spreads across his face, though just as sad as it seems happy. The rest of the day he can be found sitting around watching other in the training ring, taking a walk along the battlements or in the tavern drinking, checking out his letter every so often.

[Wildcard]
Pick your own adventure.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"That shall suffice." Anything more seems excessive. Live and mind the students so she might have an hour or so to herself. Her days were filled with people, now, students and peers, friends and colleagues. It's almost disconcerting. She'd been far from solitary in the Spire but... "I would appreciate that greatly, Sam. Thank you.

Sam doesn't really feel that it does, suffice that is, but so long as it seems to agree with Adelaide then he won't argue on it. Giving her time to have take some for herself? He could certainly do that whenever he was able. "You're welcome."

His fingers trace over the journal again and he smiles, realizing he hadn't actually thanked her for the gift. Stepping up to her desk slowly he leans forward and lays a short kiss on her temple before pulling back. "Thank you, for the gift. I love it."

She's startled- not in the way she usually is where she flinches back, heart hammering, jaw clenched tight against an unpleasant memory. No, she is simply startled by the display of affection and her lack of a negative reaction and thus sits, blinking, for a moment before offering Sam a sincere laugh. "I am glad. I thought, perhaps, you could make use of it."

He's aware that Adelaide had some issues on being touched from previous times and talks, but considering how much more she was tolerating touching and being touched he had figured this would be worth while to try. Seeing her laugh was definitely worth it.

"It was a good thought. It's certainly small enough that I can keep it on me that using it will be easy. It'll be nice to have if I think of something during lessons."

"It fits in most pockets and pouches- should you fill it? Let me know and I will send for another." That is how she handled her thoughts, labeling and dating the books she filled with her writing- at least until she had so many projects no one book would fit them all neatly.

"Well I'll certainly try. I'm not used to having one with me so it'll take some getting used to, but I'll use it at every chance I get." Notes for sure, and he supposed he could sketch in it, too. "You got this from Orlais I take it?" Hadn't she mentioned Val Royeaux not too long ago?

"Special order from a book binder my family does business with." The rush cost a bit extra but it is something she is neither going to tell Sam nor worry over. Actually having a salary and access to her family's pull means she gets to spoil people she cares for in her own, small way. "Resistant to wear, tear, and burning. At least as best they can manage without having a mage on hand."

Flipping through the book as Adelaide explains the features, Sam gives a small whistle. "Well hopefully you didn't get a fire resistant book because you thought I might accidentally set it on fire." He chuckles lightly at that; he hasn't set anything accidently on fire for a looong time. Still it was amusing to joke about.

"You have quite the number of connections because of your family. Is there anything you can't get?"

"Less you and more your Dalish friend that made a health potion explode." Honestly, how had that happened? She's still baffled.

"I've only just come to a position where I might take advantage. Truly the bulk of them lie in shops and traders in Orlais- the LeBlancs were merchants before they were noble a few generations ago and it is prudent to remember from whence you came. Keep the business contracts good and the favor high." A beat. "Nugs. We don't have anyone for Nugs. Or Lyrium."

He had almost forgotten about that, which brings a small smile on his face. Apparently Adelaide still blamed most of that on Gavin.

Nugs. The mention of the little pink creatures has Sam blinking. Lyrium he can certainly understand them not having any control over, they would be too powerful if that was the case, but nugs? "Would you... want to be able to get nugs? Is that a thing?"

"Us? No. Otherwise we would have someone for them." They are not terribly hard to find. "...Save perhaps to earn the good graces of Sister Nightengale but she already has nug pets."

Pets.

What self respecting Orlesian kept them as pets?

The way Adelaide says it, and the look that crosses her face, it's so... Orlesian. He cannot help but crack into a wider smile and start chuckling. "That didn't seem like a thing your family would do, but I had to ask. They are rather odd - nugs. I'm perfectly fine with my plaidweave one being the closest I get to having one."

"Stuffed nugs, now- Actually no. Stuffed bears and griffons and dragons we have people for, but nugs? Not yet. Perhaps I can wright my mother and let her know of Krem's hobby. Then we would have someone for the stuffed nugs." Not that she anticipates anyone wanting them but- they are charming and some of her nieces and nephews might want one, and their parents might pay well for them.

"I think if you asked he'd be glad to make you some, but I'm sure he wouldn't want to make it more than a hobby at the moment." For a moment Sam looks down, giving a small snort in amusement at a particular thought. "Krem might also want to take a break from them for a bit. He's been working on quite a number of them."

Wintermarch Is Always Interesting

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject