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[el_tybs]

WHO: Samouel and Anyone
WHAT: Doing odd jobs around Skyhold, and everyday life stuff.
WHEN: Anytime during the first two weeks
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Anything and everything can happen. Prose or brackets welcomed

There was always something to be done around Skyhold, which was perfect because without having any missions to go on, Sam would have probably slowly gone insane. As it were Sam threw himself more into his practices.

On most days Sam busied himself with dedicating his time to his magic.  Mornings often found him in the library picking out a book and later taking it to the dining hall to read as he ate his food, or finding a secluded spot in what was being turned into a garden. Always to himself, invested in the pages, and trying to be out of the way of everyone.

Afternoons he took to actually practicing his magic. A good part of the time he would offer any aid he was capable of doing down at the tents where they cared for the injured and sick. He wasn't nearly as skilled as the more practiced healers who had trained most of their lives in the Circle, but he made up for it with determination. Or if he seemed to just be in the way, Sam found himself testing out spells on the practice dummies behind the Herald's Rest.

The other days that Sam didn't dedicate to magic, he dedicated to manual labor and honing the skills his father taught him. It was also a way to make a few coins here and there. While he did spend some amount of time helping with the stables, Sam primary kept himself to the forges housed behind the tavern. It was hot, rough work, but it didn't both him in the least. It reminded him of things before the Conclave, or even the Blight. Didn't hurt that it was warm and he got a fair workout in the process.

Evenings Sam always found himself at the Herald's Rest. He never drank, except maybe once in a while when Cabot pressed that he try the new "special" of the day or a friendly suggestion by another was made. For the most part he simply just spent time in the tavern because there wasn't anywhere else to go. Especially on those nights that sleep either would not come to him or he just didn't want to face his dreams.

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I'm assuming they talked, just never used the stone

[el_tybs]

What was her name? Sam remembered seeing her when he was Redcliffe a while ago, but he couldn't think of the name. Seeing as he wasn't dealing with hot metal at the moment, Sam finds it safe to leave his things on the anvil and walk around to talk to the Elf properly.

"Silver? Like coin or just the ore?" He blinks. If it was the latter they certainly had some, but it was in short supply. "Master Harritt is in charge of the blacksmiths. He does his work in the Undercroft."

Re: I'm assuming they talked, just never used the stone

[nadasharillen]

"Like the ore," she said, filing the blacksmith's name away for later, "Not too much. Enough for a brooch, or a cloak pin." Nahariel held her hand up and circled an area on it slightly larger than half her palm. "For someone who helped Sina and I. I couldn't really tell him so then, but I want to do... something." She leaned back on one of the supporting beams and crossed her arms self-consciously.

"We didn't even tell him our names, and if we're going to be part of the Inquisition, I'd like to start off better than that. The which by the way," she continued, a wry self-deprecating smile twitching her lips, "is just a continuation of bad behaviour, considering that I can't remember yours."

Re: I'm assuming they talked, just never used the stone

[el_tybs]

Sam chuckles at that, crossing his arms as well, only because he needed to do something with them. "Well I cannot really blame you since I didn't remember yours. A fault on both our parts then. It's Samouel."

[nadasharillen]

That sounded familiar. The elf nodded.

"Nahariel," she replied, and then, with interest, "are you a smith as well as a mage, then? I thought human mageborn children were put in the Circle as soon as they showed and taught magic and history and things. Didn't imagine there'd be much call for this kind of work."

[el_tybs]

"Nahariel," he repeats back, nodding his own head at remembering that some now.

At the next part, Sam gives a small bark of laughter. "You know I'm getting that a lot." His shoulders shake with mirth. "Well you aren't wrong. As soon as certain people found out I could use magic I was thrown into a Circle, but I was about 15 by that time. My father was teaching me to be a blacksmith before that happened."

[nadasharillen]

Her lips thinned slightly, a little ashamed to have brought it up again, but she relaxed back against the beam again when he laughed. It didn't sound too rough or pained--perhaps the years between had soothed some of the resentment, or perhaps mageborn humans knew this to simply be a constant in their lives; someday the Circle would come for them, and it would be like getting mad at a storm for felling a tree into one's Aravel.

The second thought made her frown. Nothing should be so inevitable.

Then she realized she was frowning at him, and waved her hand slightly. "Sorry. It's not you." She felt the warmth and comfort of the forge, of throwing oneself into one's craft, and cocked her head to the side. "Would you rather have been a blacksmith?"

[el_tybs]

Sam tilts his head curiously at the look on Nahariel's face. Had he said something? At the wave of the hand and the apology he shrugs. Something on her mind then.

The next question does have him blinking though. "Mmmm... I am a blacksmith?" he says in slight confusion and rubs the back of his neck. "Or do you mean JUST being a blacksmith without the magic part. I suppose life would have been a lot different if that was the case."

[nadasharillen]

She chuckled wryly, and ran a hand through her hair. "I guess asking you if you'd rather have been born without magic would be the same as you asking me if I'd rather have been born with it. I wouldn't know. It changes everything in ways I'd never be able to guess.

"Probably not, though. Then I'd be First, and having watched Sina study under Keeper Thalia... well. I don't envy it. I do wish I knew what magic felt like, though," she said, a little wistfully. Nahariel waved her hand through the air gently, as if trying to twine her fingers around something--seeking something she'd never find. After a moment, her eyes returned to his, her smile quick and embarassed.

"But it's telenal nuven'in all the same. Idle wishing. We are as we are. I'm glad you're a smith though. Maybe you can show me how humans smelt ore if Master Harritt lets me have the silver?" she asked, raising her hand in a gesture of farewell as she slipped from her place against the post.

[el_tybs]

It's at that moment that Sam remembers something Zevran said. He's not sure if Master Harritt would be like that, but the thought does worry him that just because Nahariel is an Elf - and Dalish - that she would be mistreated. "If for any reason he doesn't, feel free to come back to me regardless. The two of us could work out some kind of exchange I'm sure."

[nadasharillen]

She stopped and turned back on her way out, "I'd like that in either case. I don't make the blades themselves; I do ornamentation, engraving, carving. Normally our craft stays with the Clans, but... I don't really think any of this is normal."

[el_tybs]

Sam grins, the thought of learning some of the craft from someone else's culture obviously exciting to him. "I would not be offended if you didn't want to show me anything. I don't want to make you uncomfortable going against your or your Clan's beliefs. I was mainly thinking you could do some chores for me for buying the silver and doing the base work."