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Sabriel ([personal profile] paperwing) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-01-19 05:42 pm

and i still find pieces of you in the back of my mind

WHO: Sabriel and semi-open.
WHAT: Sabriel goes about her business. Probably feelings. Probably talking.
WHEN: Latter Wintermarch, after she returns from Warden training with Felix and Kaidan.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Catch-all, starters below for interested parties. If you'd like to do something, PM me or see this plurk right here and we can figure something out!
serannas: serious (samahl)

[personal profile] serannas 2016-01-19 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Wherever there are tiny cakes, Ellana will be there in the hopes of getting to eat them. She's quick to enter the gardens, arriving only a couple of minutes after Sabriel contacted her. She takes a seat with a smile, and tries not to look too desperate for the treats they're having with tea.

"It's good to see you. I hope you weren't freezing in Haven."
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[personal profile] foodsofmypeople 2016-01-20 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He knew she had questions. Who wouldn't? Every Warden who had seen what was needed to be done had questions. He was more impressed that she waited so long to ask him.

There were few places that Kaidan tended to gravitate towards. Today he happened to be in a corner of the Great Hall, away from the general throng. Far enough away that you could actually hear yourself think. "Of course," he said, dismissing her worries as much as he could. "To be honest, I guess there is a lot that you would like to ask."
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[personal profile] bunko 2016-01-20 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Scipio has been feeling a little more persecuted as of late.

Perhaps not persecuted. He knows the word, in Antivan. Something more like hunted, but with a passivity. Sought after doesn't quite get at it either. No one is seeking him in particular. A handful of times has seen him thoughtfully supposing, in these days following the Joining, that he ought to explain to Alistair a bit more about the Hallway Incident that had left the door so woefully unguarded. No one would have broken in. They would not need to. It is so, after all, that a mage might turn a man to eel from behind a door, without having to see him, and Scipio does not think this with any particular venom or hatred. It is a thought more colored by awe and fear.

But no: Alistair does not seek him, nor do any mages. Women and men at the tavern seek him; that is of little surprise or change. Drinking, singing, joking, stumbling back to the room with Rafael: these are all good distractions, yet the feeling persists. Truly what he is feeling is a kind of guilt, but he scarcely knows what to call it. Indigestion? Sixth Sense? Persecution? Has he left a candle burning somewhere, and will the whole of Skyhold fall into flames?

So Sabriel must forgive him, when he turns around with guilt at the sound of his name. It will be easy to forgive, since he looks so very pathetic in his guilt, and anyways, it all falls from him when he realizes just who is doing the calling.

"Sabriel!" A cheerful greeting. She holds him in no persecution. He is glad to see her in addition to that, of course, and in addition to the smile that she wears. "I do as you command, bella."

That is, he waits. Patiently, though his interest ticks up as that guilt-persecution ticks down. "To what do I owe this pleasure, and this smile, that lights your face so prettily?"
Edited (oops adds a few words) 2016-01-20 20:42 (UTC)
liberalum: (#9606630)

doRIAn.

[personal profile] liberalum 2016-01-20 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not here to twist your arm for information."

--is at least not a completely discouraging way to begin the conversation, especially if the silly Antivan boy has complained loudly or at all about Dorian's behaviour some weeks ago. This greeting that is only barely a greeting is delivered in the same moment his shadow falls across Sabriel's book, approaching and halting between her and the thick-glassed window. The library is a stomping ground they have in common, but very often miss one another, with Sabriel's early rising and Dorian's more luxurious sleeping in.

But here they are, and here Dorian is. Felix is returned from his camping trip adventure and so it stands to reason, so too is the case for the rest of the Wardens. Dorian is not completely sure what to make of them, which is clear, a little, in the way he regards Sabriel now.

"But I suppose someone ought to be thanking you."

Someone who isn't an adorable forest elf, maybe.
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[personal profile] salvatore_underfoot 2016-01-21 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
The library is quiet. He likes it this way. He likes when there are more people about as well. More people to mill about with and discuss research with and just talk to. But when it's very late, and Skyhold falls asleep, and it's still and dark between the torchlight, he thinks he likes it best.

He's got a ratty book of poetry under the light of a candle, his lips moving soundlessly as he works out each line in his head. His concentration breaks as soon as he realizes he's not alone and he looks up, sheepish, and grins at Sabriel.

"Good evening." He speaks softly. "Is that food?"
serannas: serious (dirthara)

[personal profile] serannas 2016-01-21 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, if Sabriel insists. Ellana quickly takes a cake and puts the whole thing in her mouth. They're so small that no one would just take a bite, right?

"I understand that! I was hearthmistress of my clan before coming here." Which wasn't as impressive as the title suggests. She simply gathered wood and lit the fires, then made sure they stayed lit. Hardly an arduous task.

"It's hard to say, especially up here in the mountains. I've never lived so high up before. Perhaps it will be later than it is everywhere else in the south."
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[personal profile] bunko 2016-01-21 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
A gift? Any lingering touch of guilt drops completely away at those words, fractured by the grin that breaks across Scipio's face. The bitter might call this greed, but the bitter would only be calling it so in order to conceal jealousy. Gifts are always welcome, of course, but a gift from Sabriel?

"As you command," he says again, and closes his eyes as bidden. Still grinning, even with his eyes closed. "Ah, do I give you my hands, too, or does this gift need no hands?"

Just in case, he works his arms out from beneath his two heavy cloaks and offers his hands to her. His gloves make them bulky, and moving aside his cloaks lets in the cold air, but whatever gift this might be will be worth a moment's discomfort.
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[personal profile] foodsofmypeople 2016-01-21 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaidan took a long drink from the mug he had in front of him - only water, but it helped him to focus a little. "Your father was probably being wise in keeping it from you," Kaidan pointed out. "You can't blame him for wanting to protect you as long as possible. Yes, there are other secrets that only mages know. It's... well, there's no point in telling the warriors and rogues. They'd only worry about it, or try to protect us. But we have certain duties around Thedas that only mages can carry out. It's not easy to stomach the kinds of magic we have to use -" again, blood magic hangs in the air between them, "-but if we want to protect Thedas, to allow everyone else to live, it's what we have to do."

Kaidan knew a fair amount of it, but not all of what mages did. He was also learning as he went along. "We're also going to have to figure out if we tell our newest recruit."
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[personal profile] liberalum 2016-01-25 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
The thanking thing pains him, and yet he's clearly decided as to its necessity. His looming relaxes a little, finding a comfortable angle to lean and fold his arms slackly, subconscious effort to allow her guard to continue its way down. Not for any malicious purpose so much as he isn't here to intimidate anyone.

"Yes, yes," he says, with a sigh and a flick of his hand, "secret knowledge and oaths and all that. If it was commonly known how to cure a man of the Blight, why, we'd all be doing it. And we couldn't have that."

Alright, that's a little sharply critical, but it doesn't seem directed at Sabriel, and begins and ends with his caustic brand of sarcasm only.

"I've been watching him decline for a very long while now. I'd devoted years of my life to finding a means to cure him. And then one day, long after you've accepted the fact it can't be done, a door closes in your face, and poof, he's hale and whole again. I was never going to accept that easily, but--" Dorian forces his tone gentler. "--seeing him well again, well, I never thought I would. And I understand it was your idea."
serannas: serious (dareth shiral)

[personal profile] serannas 2016-01-25 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
The question results in Ellana scrunching up her nose and shaking her head.

"There is Sylaise, the hearthkeeper in our tales of the Creators, but I never did anything really important. Just gathered wood and lit fires." She lets out a sigh. "Anyone can do that, and someone else does do that now that I'm not there. It's just a pretty name for it, I guess."

Sabriel's shiver makes Ellana want to laugh, but she does sympathize. Her little elven body does not like the cold at all. Sure, she'll suffer through it like anyone else, but it's not comfortable by any means.

"I hope that's not the case. Snow is only fun to be in for a little while, before it becomes too much."

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