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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.

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Katniss dropped next to Sam when he was pausing on the battlements, and as tall as she was Sam still towered over her by a good three to four inches. That was all right though, because it let her tuck right next to him and bump him with her hip.

"So, happy birthday, birthday twin. I wanted to warn you - your troupe of insane Templar buddies are going to surprise you later."

One afternoon, when he looks up, Nahariel is sitting there. She waves lazily, then jumps to her feet.

"I was just visiting Boggy. It misses you, I think. Saw you on the way back. Would you mind going a couple of rounds?" She smiles crookedly and rubs her upper arm. "I need practice fighting spells, I don't feel right going full-tilt against Sina, and I don't really know any other mages."

Christine is well aware that no one likes a crowded kitchen, but after helping the cooks with easy tasks, they've trusted her with more and more, and also allow her to go off and make her own things, as long as somebody's going to end up eating them. Today she stands at the counter, hair pulled up and wearing one of the outfits Krem made for her, with tighter-fitting sleeves that can be pushed back and stay up. She also wears an apron, as she's rolling out a pie crust and doesn't want to get flour all over herself.

When the door opens, she glances up and smiles.

"Sam! You see, I told the truth. Were I to change my mind about healing, I could now become a pastry chef."

"What you couldn't be both?" he says with a smile, closing the door behind him before wandering over to see what Christine was doing. "Look at you, wearing an apron and everything." It's not too different from his own work in the forge, wearing an apron, but Christine definitely looks cuter in one.

"Is that a new dress?"

Cyril watches Sam whenever he can, which is probably a bad sign that he'll try to ignore as long as possible. This tendency means that he notices that Sam is carrying the letter around. This is what prompts him to actually go up to him this day.

"Good news?" he asks when Sam is reading it again for like the third time since Cyril has seen him throughout the day.

"This is not the newest one, no," she replies, looking down at her outfit. "That one is silk and I would not dare ruin it with all this. But it is a newer dress. Krem made it for me." And frankly, she's surprised Sam even noticed. He doesn't seem the type to take notice of new clothes, or perhaps that's just because she assumes most Fereldens can't even tell when they're covered in mud.

After several lessons and days of helping out, Anders is starting to get a feel for the various students and where they are. It's interesting, teaching. He actually likes it, and it's another way his life could have gone but didn't.

Shaking that thought off, Anders heads over to Sam. "Have you been thinking about which spirit you'd like to see about working with, yet?"

Sina has of course seen the plants in pots in the garden, but she never conceived of... smaller pots, that could be moved elsewhere. She's as excited as a kid in a candy store, and is all too eager to grab Sam once he's done with his lessons.
"This could really change everything!" she chirps, beginning to dig around one of the failing desert plants.

It must be an elf thing to suddenly drop in like that. Though he's gotten used to it, it still gives him a bit of a start when they're not there and then they are. Startled, Sam teeters just a bit at the bump, but quickly getting his feet steady under him.

Birthday twin? Before he can ask anything about confirming that, Sam stops, blinking at the mention of his Templars. "... Oh. Oh- Maker. They aren't..." Sam gives a long sigh, but as much as he wants to look bothered by it, he can't help but smile instead. He had wanted to keep things quiet about his birthday, but it looked like James and the others had other plans. Without them in the Circle it seemed as though they wanted to go a bit big with it.

"It's your birthday, too?"

"Oh yes. They are. I think they're currently giving sad puppy eyes to the Chef to bake you a birthday cake." She gave him a wry little smile, as she leaned against the stone wall. "Never thought I'd see anything so weird - but welcome to the Inquisition."

She dipped into a mock-bow with a mock salute. "I have turned twenty one years today. Considering I shouldn't have made it past twenty, I'm fairly impressed with myself."

"Boggy?" It takes a moment for Sam to catch on to what the nickname is referring to. Course 'it' and 'misses you' certainly help. She was talking about the bog unicorn more than likely, to which Sam makes a bit of a face and turns towards where the dead horse was housed. "I'm sure it does. I see it plenty."

At the mention of going a few rounds, Sam grins, up until Nahariel says spells. She wanted to fight him while he used spells? Why did it always have to be difficult. "That's... certainly a tough request. I can't go full out on you, you know that?"

You would think by now Sam would be used to Cyril sneaking up on him, but no, still makes him jump - though he's been better about falling out of his chair like that second time.

The letter if quickly folded in half when he looks up, more out of habit than trying to hide anything from Cyril really. Well maybe to hide it a little bit considering he's trying to cover up just how much he has been reading it. No matter how many times he looks it won't change.

Smiling slightly, Sam motions for Cyril to grab the seat next to him at the table, unfolding the letter again and skimming it. "Kind of," he says a bit offhandedly. "It's a letter from my aunt. I wrote her right before I went to Emprise. Guess it found her."

Cyril's brow raises at that. He knows Circle mages lose their families and the thought that Sam might have been able to get some of that connection back is important. He moves to sit by Sam.

"That is really good, then," Cyril says, smiling a bit. "Are you going to try to meet her?"

Just how often do you see him covered in mud, Christine? Regardless Sam does often notice certain details like that since he has a habit of noticing things, which helps when you're healing. That and he remembers Christine making a point in saying that she didn't have that many clothes save for that one set of robes the first time they met. And the clothes she wore at Emprise du Lion were kind of mandatory for such a cold place.

"He did? Well glad he found the time, it looks cute." Krem certainly had a talent for tailoring, and this was the first he was seeing his work that wasn't nugs. "What are you making?"

Sam's not sure what he was expecting Detlef to say when he came over. Maybe 'good job' or some other question about their lessons, certainly not asking him about a possible spirit. It shouldn't surprise him, but it's been something dangling in the future for a while that he hadn't figured it would come up soon.

"I'm afraid I haven't given it much thought just yet. I get to choose?"

Christine preens a little, as she always does when complimented, before looking back at her work.

"This? This is going to be a pie for you, as soon as you tell me what filling you would like." She raises her head to give him a smile. "A little birdy told me it is your birthday tomorrow." Templars. They can't resist spreading the news, especially around the healer tents where they know Sam works.

Getting grabbed in such a manner and being lead to and fro certainly was a rush, and once Sina gives him a moment to catch his breath, he leans forward on his knees, chuckling a bit.

There's a line of pots next to her, already one getting filled up with dirt and poor looking plant. "How many are we moving exactly?"

At hearing Christine specifically say she was waiting to hear what kind of pie he liked, Sam freezes for a moment, eyes widening a bit as he blinks at her. Why did it matter what kind of pie he- oh. The 'little birdy' part has Sam sighing, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, a small smile creeping up on his lips.

"I... see. Little birds like spreading words it seems." He was going to pass it off as just any other day, but it seemed that word was getting around. It was... nice. "My aunt used to make apple pies when we got the fruit. That would probably be nice to have again."

"Apples! There are plenty here, and I know just the ones to use for baking." She and one of the cooks had discussed apple tarts just the other day, and so Christine wouldn't ruin his pie with unsuitable apples that would turn to mush.

"Would you like to help? You can roll out the crust or peel and slice the apples."

"Oh, as many as we can manage, the poor things," she chatters, digging her fingers under the roots so she can hoist it out and transfer it to the pot. "You suggested... where, the smithy? I think we should try a few places, with different temperatures and levels of moisture." It's SCIENCE

Sam shakes his head at the question, his lips pursing a bit. "She still lives in Ostwick. I'd be gone for a while and there's some things I need to do here first. Maybe later when we have something going that way." He shouldn't travel on his own, and it wasn't like he could ask anyone to go with him right now.

"She got married. Apparently I have a couple cousins now."

Sam sighs again at hearing what they have planned, leaning on the stone wall as well, but letting his head drop between his arms. They couldn't do this in the Circle so it made sense that they'd be trying to pull all the stops now that they were all here and he wasn't dead. "Well let's hope that's all they got planned."

Katniss was twenty one? He hadn't realized she was that much younger than him. "Why didn't you expect to live past twenty? Though I guess congratulations and a happy birthday are in order."

[Even while on break Bruce doesn't quite stop working, and right now he's busy grinding some herbs with his mortar and pestle, working hard while taking shelter in the shade of a tree. The cold is still hanging around, although its not as bad these days and substantially more tolerable. Probably not the best kind of weather to be outside making poultice, but he's worked in worse conditions and the cold would help preserve the ingredients a bit longer - some of them were particularly tricky to keep in the heat.]

The elf looked a little crestfallen. "Oh. Well, it doesn't have to be full out." She stretched her arms across her chest, one after the other, a kind of barrier against the awkwardness she'd accidentally created. "It's just that I'm sure we're going to run into conflict with mages, and I'd like to learn something about what that might mean before it happens. The only time I've ever even seen magic used in combat was when the era'harel attacked, and that was just Sina's root tangle. Defensively."

Nari made a face. "But I guess we don't fight with live steel while practicing for a reason, and there's no way to make magic less potentially deadly. Which is why I want to practice in the first place, so I don't find myself getting dead when I'm supposed to be protecting..." she trails off with an exasperated noise, then strides over to where the practice weapons are kept, sorting through the short wooden blades.

"Is that even allowed? Helping with your own birthday pie?" he asks, obviously joking, already rolling up his sleeves. "I don't know about crusts... so safest thing would be peeling a slicing."

For a moment Sam looks around, curious to where he'd be working, eventually just looking at Christine for instructions and tools.

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Sparring

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birthday!

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Pot Adventures

Buddy

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\o/

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lemme know if this assumption is okay?

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It was them or Adelaide, so assumption good

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wildcard!!! (also birthday i guess?? idk)

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