faderift | Skyhold

WHO: Anyone & everyone
WHAT: Open post for business as usual around Skyhold
WHEN: The first couple weeks of Harvestmere, 9:41 (aka October)
WHERE: Skyhold
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Far from the glamorous adventurous world-saving people signed up for, most of the hustle and bustle in Skyhold at present is cleaning. The Great Hall is a disaster, and crews are assigned to haul out the cracked and rotting planks fallen from the wide-open roof, and tear down the vines covering the walls. Ivy encrusts the main staircase outside and many of the fortress walls and is cleared in section while other groups assess or begin shoring up the stonework as it's revealed. There are scaffolding to build, materials to sort, crates to unload, tents to stitch together or set-up, and on and on and on, endless mundane chores vital to the survival of the organization.

When not hard at work, people cluster around fires across the courtyards. Many mingle freely, going about their business, running errands and messages, planning scouting missions, tallying up supplies, distributing or playing with the sending crystals that were found in a basement vault and which a group of mages have just today finished preparing for use. Once a good number have been passed around and the first Inquisition-wide transmission made messages start being broadcast; maybe you can help someone out.

The rebel mages and renegade templars mainly keep to themselves at opposite sides of the complex given the choice. Mages assist with healing and research and bicker amongst themselves about their options and their fate. Templars help train recruits in swordforms and basic combat techniques or spar with the more advanced and bicker amongst themselves about their options and their fate. Despite having all pledged themselves to the Inquisition, they still feel like separate factions and tension between them is palpable wherever they cross paths.

Like at meals, or the communal message board in the courtyard, or at the Herald's Rest. The mess hall/tavern is so new it still smells of sawdust, and its stock has been limited to one type of strong ale until today, when a shipment of West Hill brandy has finally arrived. The mood in the place is convivial in celebration of that, but there's still plenty of muttering, especially as the night drags on and the discontented get further into their cups.

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"We haven't, but I'm very happy we have." Cyril says as he moves closer to shake the hand. His free arm touches Gorse's arm as well, lingering just for a moment.

"I'm Cyril. It's a pleasure to meet you."

What with Zevran, and now Cyril, Gorse is getting the impression that elves are in general just sorta the touchy-feely sort. Which is completely fine, Gorse doles out everything from gentle shoulder-bumps to hugs like they're going out of style, he's used to reigning himself in around others that are much more protective of their space.

"Pleasure to meet you too!" Gorse says enthusiastically in return, the flirtation managing to go right over his head in spite of his impressive height. "I just joined up with the Inquisition recent-like, I'm an herbalist."

Cyril finds the fact that the flirtation goes over his head to be just a little too endearing. He's just too precious to be real, honestly.

"I'm new too," he said. "Though I'm a hunter. A group from my Clan arrived recently."

"Yeah? Must be nice having family with you, I've been getting homesick somethin' awful m'self." Gorse said. He was only sort of vaguely aware that there were different kinds of elves and it seemed to be a societal division rather than anything with actual genetics, like Vashoth, Tal-Vashoth, and Qunari.

"It is nice," he replied easily. "If you find yourself too lonely I'd be happy to keep you company," he added. He smiled at that, pulling as much suggestion into his expression as he could.

Full points for the effort, Cyril.

Gorse gives him a friendly sort of arm-pat that is mostly not too hard (he's used to pulling his strength at that with humans, elves are kind of a new thing) and a grateful smile.

"That's awful sweet of you to offer, I'm sure you'd get bored quick though. I got a habit of runnin' my mouth given half a chance."

"I really don't think I can get bored around you," Cyril replies. He thinks it's very cute that Gorse isn't getting it but he does have to try being direct now.

"You're gorgeous."

Gorse smiles and laughs like Cyril just told a very funny joke.

It tapers off after a few moments as realization starts to slowly set in, though.

" ... Wait, are you - uh - serious?"

"Of course I am," Cyril offers, still smiling. He doesn't seem offended that Gorse didn't get it. He finds it as charming as everything else.

"Should I find a mirror? Would you like to check?"

Gorse goes kind of red. Which is actually probably very red considering his skin doesn't show blushing that much. He laughs again, though it's kind of got the high edge of nervousness to it oh god he has just realized that Cyril has been flirting with him and has no idea how to respond to this??

"N-no. I mean. Uh. I just. No one's ever... people see the horns first and get kinda scared so. Uh. I mean my mom says I'm cute but like she's my mom she's gotta say that."

This is not exactly true, he has been flirted with off and on in Skyhold, especially from Zevran, he's just... very dense.

It's so odd how Gorse keeps saying things that make him more and more endearing. Talking about his mom? It's too sweet for words.

"So far, there's nothing about you that's frightening to me," Cyril responds. "Though if you'd feel more comfortable I could pretend to be scared of the horns."

Gorse has no idea his sort of nervous yammering is gaining him more points here.

"No, no! I mean, I try not to be frightening, much as I can. People got good reason to be scared an' I respect that of course, uh."

"People tend to think poorly of the Dalish as well," Cyril points out after tilting his head a bit to consider Gorse. "You don't seem to mind me."

That angle does to nice things for the light as it hits Cyril's face.

"Oh! Uh, we'll see if ain't never really met any elves 'fore I came here so I ain't really heard nothing either way but I'd like to think I wouldn't judge people based on rumor or the like that just ain't right when you know better, you know?"

"I do know," Cyril replied. His mouth quirked up at how Gorse kept talking. "I feel similarly. At least, I agree that it's best not to judge until you know someone.

That said, I can look at you and see you're not hard on the eyes."

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