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faderift2016-01-25 01:29 pm
laurenande) wrote in faderift2016-01-25 01:29 pm
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[Closed] - Spinning Threads
WHO: Galadriel, Zevran
WHAT: Chatting before the departure for the Emprise Du Lion
WHEN: Backdated slightly, early to mid-Wintersmarch.
WHERE: Skyhold: Great Hall
Galadriel's schedule was nothing if not predictable. She made no attempt to hide her movements in Skyhold, not on whole, and was extremely easy to locate. Her mornings were spent watching the sunrise in the garden, mid-mornings saw her reading in the Rotunda, mid-day she spent outdoors, and in the afternoons and evenings she retired to further the tasks she had taken on.
There were only a few tasks she carried out, and all of them were the sort that could be trusted to the untrustworthy. Many in Skyhold still suspected that the rift-folk were demons, after all, and she could not blame them for their caution. Redundant as they were, she did her tasks as dutifully as anyone else, and was otherwise left to her own devices.
At current, there was little to occupy her, so she had taken to spinning fine gold thread. The blacksmiths had been kind enough to reduce several coins (all the gold she had gained in these lands) to little more than flakes. With great care, Galadriel wound them into the silk fibers she had acquired from the merchants in the yard and hand spun a considerable length of thread.
It was a mundane task, apart from the bowl of fine golden flakes at her elbow, but it was pleasant and calming. The afternoon light streamed beautifully through the stained glass windows of the great hall. Very few people paid her any mind and Galadriel ignored them in kind as she worked.
WHAT: Chatting before the departure for the Emprise Du Lion
WHEN: Backdated slightly, early to mid-Wintersmarch.
WHERE: Skyhold: Great Hall
Galadriel's schedule was nothing if not predictable. She made no attempt to hide her movements in Skyhold, not on whole, and was extremely easy to locate. Her mornings were spent watching the sunrise in the garden, mid-mornings saw her reading in the Rotunda, mid-day she spent outdoors, and in the afternoons and evenings she retired to further the tasks she had taken on.
There were only a few tasks she carried out, and all of them were the sort that could be trusted to the untrustworthy. Many in Skyhold still suspected that the rift-folk were demons, after all, and she could not blame them for their caution. Redundant as they were, she did her tasks as dutifully as anyone else, and was otherwise left to her own devices.
At current, there was little to occupy her, so she had taken to spinning fine gold thread. The blacksmiths had been kind enough to reduce several coins (all the gold she had gained in these lands) to little more than flakes. With great care, Galadriel wound them into the silk fibers she had acquired from the merchants in the yard and hand spun a considerable length of thread.
It was a mundane task, apart from the bowl of fine golden flakes at her elbow, but it was pleasant and calming. The afternoon light streamed beautifully through the stained glass windows of the great hall. Very few people paid her any mind and Galadriel ignored them in kind as she worked.