OPEN

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel Ashara and YOU
WHAT: Beboppin' around Skyhold
WHEN: The middle of Wintermarch through the middle of Guardian.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Catch-All. Will update.

OOC: Pel can be found in any of her usual places: the library, the garden, and the tavern. Or make up your own place to find her. PM me for a starter if you want one.

Comments

[eolasemah]

"Andraste?"

There is ice in the name, and in Sina's expression. "Pel, are you so quick to forget what has been done to our people in the name of Andraste?" She sets her cup down, her thin fingers now gripping the edge of the table as she watches Pel. "How convenient that her will has changed to include you in his life, this Templar." She shakes her head, incredulous. "Why is being a Templar a terrible thing? Maybe because Templars exist to control and silence mages. Mages like you, when he's unhappy with you. And the council!" She looks away, gesticulating harshly. "Are you sympathetic to the Templar way now? I've trusted you! I've trusted you to hold my best interests at heart, and Ellana's, to remain firm on why the Dalish need no interference from the Circles or Andraste," (every time she says the name, it drips with more venom), "and now you're sitting here telling me Templars aren't so terrible? My clan would beg to differ! And all of our ancestors before them who fell to the sword in the name of Andraste!"
She stops suddenly, realizing she's raised her voice, her face going blank. She leans back into her chair and bites her lip, furrowing her brow at the ground.

[mythalenaste]

"Sina."

Pel is calm. But she's not. She's seething very tranquilly.

"Don't use this as an excuse to forget everything you know about me. If your Keeper didn't teach you Andraste and her children gave us the Dales, she did you a wrong. I hate the Chantry. The Chantry used her to drive us out of the lands she gave us. James understands that. And he's the only good templar I've ever met. He believes Dalish mages know what we're doing. And if he disagrees suddenly, for political purposes? He won't have a louder rival than I. So don't you dare impugn my honor over who I've chosen to spend my time with."

[eolasemah]

Sina's calm returns, but the chill does not leave her expression as she watches Pel. "My Keeper taught me that the People are free, and needed no one to give us anything," she says quietly. "She did me no wrongs. At least nothing so wrong as turning her back on her own for the sake of a shem." Tears have sprung to her eyes, and she stands abruptly, snatching her scroll of notes off the table as she turns to hastily stalk away.

[mythalenaste]

Pel's eyes widen. Sina gets a few steps before she speaks.

"You little brat."

And that's as many words as she gets out before she chokes, sits down hard, and starts sobbing. Hard but quiet, the gasps for air louder than her sobs, tearing through the air like sheets being ripped.

[kremdelacreme]

When Pel shows up in the room later on, Krem is in the process of bringing in one of the seams of the dress that he'd given to Christine, making it fit a little more snuggly above the flowing ripples of blue fabric. He nearly drops his needle when the door opens, and he glanced back at Sam, who'd been sitting and making smalltalk with him while he worked. He stands, glancing behind Pel to see if she was maybe followed by whoever had reduced her to tears, then very gingerly laying his hands on her arms, ducking his head to try and look her in the face.

"Maker's breath, Pel what the hell happened?" he asked, keeping his voice down to keep from attracting attention.

[el_tybs]

So not to be in the way Sam had taken to sitting on the bed, flipping through a book that sat in his lap as he talked to Krem, enjoying just being in the room while the man worked. Though he knows and is used to Krem sharing the room with Pel and Salem, the door opening suddenly, but slowly, has him looking up quickly. There's a small smile on his face when he sees that it is Pel, but it quickly disappears when he notices that something ain't quite right.

Sam is quick to close the book and get up from his spot, but stands back a bit so that he isn't crowding, though he does move close enough to peer out the door. "Did someone hurt you?"

[mythalenaste]

Pel shakes her head, unable to speak as she curls into Krem's chest to muffle her sobs. Her gasps are the loudest, even as the sobs begin to subside after several minutes.

[kremdelacreme]

Krem grimaces, but immediately wraps his arms around her shoulders, one hand coming to rest against the back of her head. He glares behind her in case someone is coming after her, then reaches a foot to kick the door shut again.

When she starts to quiet, he draws away gingerly, laying his hands on the sides of her neck and looking her in the face.

"Is this about your Templar?"

[el_tybs]

It's distressing to see Pel like this, not used to seeing the strong Dalish mage break down. While Krem takes to holding her, Sam moves off to clear the chair in case she found that she wanted to sit down.

At hearing 'your Templar' being mentioned, Sam stops, eyes narrowing as he looks back to the two of them. "Did James say something to you?" Norrington was a great guy and he trusted him, but he had to be sure.

[mythalenaste]

She nods, squeegeeing tears away from her cheeks with her hands.

"Elf problems," she croaks out. "I knew it would happen, just not...with certain people."

[kremdelacreme]

He looks up at Sam at that. What did that even mean? Something within her clan? Something with one of the other clans? Something so purely elf that it was beyond either of them to comprehend and help?

"Whatever happened, you can stay here with us until you feel up to talking."

[el_tybs]

Elf problems. Meaning this was something to do with Pel being an Elf and James being a... shem? He frowns lightly at that, but doesn't bring it up, not really wanting to assume. That and if it was actually about that... it would be complicated.

"I'll go get some tea," he pauses, looking at Krem for a moment remembering he isn't fond of tea, "and something else?" It just looked like Pel needed something for her nerves and to help settle once she was done crying.

[mythalenaste]

Pel sits on Krem's bed and breathes deeply, then shakes her head.

"Tea is fine, serannas."