i was waiting in the getaway car

[resought]

WHO: Evie Frye and semi-open.
WHAT: Evie builds herself a reputation by doing various things in the refugee and force camps whilst she gets a feel for the place.
WHEN: Mid to late Wintermarch.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Catch-all for ~various things~. This is mostly here to explain what she has been doing before she goes to harass various Seeker parties and officially joins the Inquisition, SO. Starters below for interested parties! If you'd like to do something, either PM me or use this plurk and I'll add one for you.

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[resought]

Help comes in the form of one Evie Frye, if helping means observing, which means standing to the side with her arms crossed trying to stifle a laugh, which is the opposite of helping. She can't help it, though - Sabine looks ridiculous. Ferocious, yes, impressive, yes, adamant, also yes, but she's shoving an entire tree up a hill and seriously, seriously, come on, who wouldn't laugh at such a spectacle. Most people, as it happens. Refugees gather, but not too close, in fear of what this tree monster will do if they cross her path and what will become of them should they offer assistant for such a large tree branch. Evie is by far the closest. That nominates her to help, doesn't it.

Or, that she's the one to walk up here from the amount of noise presently happening and the dirt track Sabine's left in her wake.

Evie lets the laugh go; gone, but it's still ringing in her words. "This is what you chose to bring back with you, Sabine?" Evie half smirks, half smiles, as she decides the best way to interrupt and offer her assistance is to climb up onto the branch itself to get Sabine's attention. "Need a hand?"

:'D

[glandival]

Under Evie's weight, the branch stops its incremental drag through the snow, and Sabine's feet sliiide out from under her, levering her into an abrupt sit in the cold with a squeak, one she will deny later. It's not a far way to fall, doubled nearly over as she is, but it is a lot colder down here than it is on your feet.

"Need a pinecone in your arse?" she snaps, though it lacks the bite she might have given it if it was a complete stranger coming to impede her progress.

She gets up to stand, anyway, kicking snow aside and shaking it off her skirt, the flare of rough wool showing leggings beneath, and good, sturdy boots. She glances over towards where firewood and other such materials are gathered and sheltered. She glances back at the branch. It's not exactly a thistle, but the human hadn't proven to be totally useless in the trek through the Hinterlands.

She rubs the back of her hand against her nose, going pink in the cold, and points. "Grab here," she directs, gesturing towards where a thick, forking branch breaks off at the base.

[resought]

And there she goes down onto the ground. That's one way to interrupt. Evie just smiles, innocently, fingers curled against her chin as the threat washes over her as if it were merely water. She's heard and said worse, as a practiced arguer; she waits for instruction, or else she may stop being a hindrance and go on her way. That's up to Sabine.

Instruction. Very nice. Evie steps out into open air and hops down, the heel of her boot sinking into as yet undisturbed snow, but she kicks it free. It's not like she's shoved effective trees up a hill before. Nor can she magically do so - she isn't built to endure long fights, and nor does she have that kind of strength, but she's taken down men twice her size before, so that has to stand in her favour against a tree. Besides, sometimes you have to put a bit of effort in for the pay-off. Better that than Sabine clawing the tree to shreds before it ever arrives back at her den.

Evie places one hand atop the branch as indicated, texture coarse even through her permenant gloves. Perhaps she should remove them. Nah. She can grip fine even with them on, re-positioning herself and her hands, twisting her fingers over the branch for purchase.

"Ready when you are," she calls over.

[glandival]

Sabine finds another point of sturdiness, bending down to hook an arm around it so as best to get some of the branch up out of the snow. She nods, with a huffing exhale of steam. "Un, deux, trois," she counts down, before hauling her weight forward in a lurching step. With twice the manpower, it's much easier going, and this way, she can see what she's doing rather than leading with her rear.

The snow doesn't help, but she's gotten accustomed to stamping her way through, and they can manage a more passable walking speed rather than the incremental drag she was achieving before. She indicates the landing site, instructs Evie in helping push it out of the way.

"Thanks," she huffs, straightening, and pushing her hair out of her face before gloved hands return to her hips as she sizes up her pineneedly prey. Then, she considers Evie. "Do you shoot?" she asks, hands coming up to briefly mime a bow and arrow.