Put on your gloves and your black pumps

[unbrokenoath]

WHO: Warden Kaisan Daesun and YOU
WHAT: Another Warden arrives and is very noisy about it.
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Places around Skyhold
NOTES: Some mild swearing probably.

The Gate

She'd been hoping that Skyhold had those huge wooden doors some fortresses had, so she could shove them open dramatically and cruise in while everyone was staring. Now, that would be pretty damn awesome. Unfortunately, Skyhold had the extremely practical iron metal gate, that you couldn't throw open dramatically. What's worse, is that before she even got close, she was greeted by scouts who politely tried to figure out why there was a tall armed woman stalking up the path to Skyhold. Exasperated as she was, she told them who she was, and gave them a list of names of Wardens who would verify her identity. Being dragged in by some very angry scouts would be indeed dramatic, but Kaisa was not in the mood to provoke quite that feeling on her entrance.

Still, Kaisa was a Warden, and she was used to working with limited resources. So she buckled up, straighted her back, and after speaking to the scouts, strode up through the gate of Skyhold, with as much swagger and confidence as if she were a reigning monarch stepping into her personal hold. She made sure that her strides were long enough that she was in front of the scouts who had come to question her. After all, this was her introduction to Skyhold, it was far more appropriate for her to be first. Her hound trailed after her, marring the cool, collected look just slightly, as he sniffed around, wagging his little stub of a tail like mad.

Once inside, she paused, hands on her hips, looking around at the courtyard, yellow eyes sharp and scrutinizing. The scouts had already dissipated, off to update necessary people that another Warden had arrived. Yes, while this wasn't quite the entrance that she had favored, she had done a good job. Now she just had to stand there looking cool and intimidating and everything.

The dog, meanwhile, flopped down, and had to be stepped around by the Warden, lest he drool on her boots.

The Herald's Rest

Well, at least this door was closed. It wasn't quite as cool as the door to a fortress, but you couldn't be picky. So, once again, she straightened up and put a knowing little smile on her face, then proceeded to throw open the door. Yes.

For a few moments, she stood there, standing in the doorway, looking around the tavern. Then she turned on her heel, swaggering on over to the bar and plopping down, grinning at the bartender (who didn't look nearly as amused as he ought to, really). She placed her order and sat back against the bar, eyeing the tavern. In her opinion, gathering spots like this were vital to picking up the atmosphere of the place, and even if she hadn't managed to impress a bunch of people and look really cool, at the least, she could try to get a feel for just what kind of place this Inquisition was.

If she was going to be working with them until this whole Warden mess got sorted out, it would be important to know how the people here felt.

Battlements

No need for cool entrances at this point. Having settled in for the long haul, Kaisa decided to take in Skyhold as a whole, and leisurely made her way around the battlements. Every so often she'd stop, observing the comings and goings within the hold, or eyeballing the mountains outside of it. She wasn't much for grand plans and strategies of large battles, so she couldn't make any expert assessment on Skyhold's fortifications. But she knew enough, she was pretty sure. At the least, she'd been to enough fortresses that she had some idea of what was a good one, and what wasn't.

Judging from what she's seen, and how long this has been standing, it strikes her as pretty good.

As she wanders, she hums to herself, mind not focused on who might be listening. Other Wardens might recognize the tune, but those who have never heard the Calling will only hear an eerie jingle, something unlike any music composed by a person.

Comments

[justice_is_blond]

How many is it now? How many know him, and if it comes out that they know him, will be facing consequences? The gentle touch on his arm tells him that he's not in trouble, but he feels like he should be.

"That's actually the plan." It takes work to keep his voice light, but he's had a lot of practice. "Turn just right, vanish, and let the wind catch me and carry me away. It's worked so far."

Anders offers her a half-smile, one that's tired, as he joins her against the wall. "Kaisa. It's been some time. Call me Detlef, if you've forgotten." Or as she's obviously not forgotten. "And if they see me, what happens, happens. I have to do what I can to help, and hiding isn't going to accomplish that."

A greater danger than recognition is ones who know he vanished around the same time as Justice from Vigil's Keep and can connect the dots. He doesn't know if Kaisa can. It's possible, though.

[unbrokenoath]

"Detlef. Of course." She wants to roll her eyes and ask if that's really the best name that he could have thought up? Really? But that would be risking blowing his cover, so she resists the heckling. She can always find another time to do it, in a more private location.

In the meantime, she doesn't look particularly pleased by Ander's assessment that he had to come out of hiding to help, because she, personally, doesn't think that he'll be much use to anyone if he's been lynched by an angry mob. She eyes his tired face, and she remembers a man who had been meticulous at grooming himself. A man who had always been kind and funny and welcomed her to the order when she was younger and even more reckless than now.

That hand on his arm tightens its grip, and she pulls him closer, to put her forehead against his, eyes closed.

"I'll protect you. You're still a Warden, and I've lost enough brothers and sisters. If you ever get into trouble, just call me, alright? With the sending crystals, or whatever. I'll come. I swear on the Maker." She whispers it to him, voice intent, and her eyes sharp when she opens them and pulls away. "And if you ever need anyone to...verify your, um. Being Detlef."

[justice_is_blond]

One day he'll hang out with Wardens who have been to the Anderfels, who know how common a name Detlef is. Unfortunately, that seems to be none of the Wardens who are here. Oh well. It's not something that's worth dwelling on when there's so many other things he needs to focus on.

Like this. Like someone else still caring despite everything. Anders doesn't know why people still want to be his friend, want to be associated with him, but he's been lonely for far too long to push them away for their own safety.

He rests a hand on hers, not pushing it off, simply enjoying the touch. "I don't know what to say to that, aside from thank you." If he can avoid it, he won't take her up on it. She's one of the ones who know him and are the safest. Everyone knows he's associated with Nate and Bethany, Varric, Isabela, and Merrill. If he can help it, he'd like to drag as few down with him as possible.

"Have you... Have you been to the Anderfels? If you're ever to verify that I'm Detlef, a spirit healer who is definitely not a Warden."

[unbrokenoath]

Kaisa was Ferelden down to her very core, and as loyal as the dogs they were famous for. He was a Warden, and he was one of their own. And he had been her friend. She wouldn't lie, she doesn't understand what's happened, what kind of things are going on, but she definitely knows one thing: Anders is still her friend, and she's going to protect him.

"Detlef, a spirit healer who is definitely not a Warden. I think I can do that." She repeats, nodding and squeezing his arm. "No, I've never been in the Anders, but I suppose I wouldn't mind." There's a beat, and her lips twitch in a smirk. "Or have the Anders be in me. I'm not picky." She gave him a quick wink after that, just in case he hadn't picked up her extremely subtle and smooth hint.