[OPEN] Seeking faith, and speaking words I never thought I'd say..

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WHO: Bethany Hawke, and You
WHAT: Bethany Hawke spending time spreading a little of what Marian had on tap; hope.
WHEN: Second Week of Guardian
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Pick your poison time

1. In the Courtyards/Gardens

Since the rift opening in the middle of the courtyard, Bethany had been helping by moving some of the heavier rubble with her magic, to assist with the rebuilding efforts. She wanted to help, in some small way, and she also wanted to make sure people saw magic being used to help them instead of hurt them. The mages here had gotten a lot of graff for things that were frankly in Bethany's opinion, out of their control.

So why not do something kind, that was in their control?

She could also be seen walking perhaps the ugliest black and white dog you have ever seen, who she fondly calls Gamlen, through the garden and in the open Skyhold Courtyard.

2. In the Library/Out in the practice ranges

As a Grey Warden, one really never stopped training. There were still endless darkspawn both above and below the earth. Yet while here, Bethany had found, at first, no reason to be training as vigorously. She found her mistake there when the rift opened in the middle of the courtyard, so now she put in a few hours every day in the library, working on learning more magic.

She... may have found a few volumes on griffons, and snuck in some reading when she could.

Out on the training ranges though - she went through the motions of different spells without actually casting them, her eyes closed and her movements smooth and even. She had learned this from her father - a way to help meditate and focus - creating more personal mana for herself and helping her pinpoint her spells even more directly. Sometimes she practiced with her staff, but more often than not, without.

Did she worry about Templars? Absolutely not. She was a Warden, and the Circles were no more. She had no more fear of them than she would anyone with a sword that she did not know personally.

3. The Herald's Rest

Bethany's evenings were spent in the Herald's Rest, sitting with a mug of mead and her balls of yarn, peacefully knitting. She would always welcome anyone to her table with a warm smile, and will chat with just about anyone about anything - except she did keep it silent on just why there were so many Wardens appearing.

She would also sit in on Wicked Grace and lose on a regular basis, sometimes horribly, but it was universally acknowledged that she didn't have a good poker face. Or a face that could easily lie, either.

Mostly though, she stayed aside and observed quietly, knitting needles clacking away as she soaked in everyone around her. A habit she picked up when traveling with Marian, and one that was doing her quite well here.

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Bethany swept her hand up, to rebuild the roof, holding it into place while the dwarves moved in to hammer things into place. She shifted her wrist slightly, and then stepped back while they continued to put things firmly back where they belonged.

The compliment caught her off-guard, as she turned towards the man sitting there, offering her a slight bow. She would have flushed, but she had seen the man complimenting everyone working on fixing things, so she curtsied instead with a quick smile. "Not until now. But I'll take the compliment graciously and with appreciation."

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Bohannon had been very complimentary today, considering one caught more flies with honey... although one could also catch plenty of flies with manure as well, but one was preferable to the other. He also believed in the power of positive reinforcement, people worked better, especially together, if they received some form of recognition for their hard work... and this was a good way to learn more about the Inquisition and the needs here.

"They ought to, the battle was intense for those involved," he was more of an interested observer, "but restoring things in the aftermath is no small order. Can I get you anything? Wine, water? Something to eat?"

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Well, Bethany certainly would never argue with that. Encouragement did seem to help people follow a better path, work harder and more sincerely than they would have before. She herself did appreciate the compliment, but she didn't need it.

"That it was." She stated, with the knowledge of someone who had been there, "So it is equally important for us to make peace with what happened, rebuild what has been lost." It was more than just a few walls - it was the feeling of safety within them. She shook her head at most of it, "Just water. Food and wine are for after the job is completed. And thank you, for your kindness."

[clarioretenebris]

Fortunately Bowhannon's compliments were free, one of the few things among his wares that was so in fact and so he was very generous with them.

"And it seems that the hold isn't the only thing that is being rebuilt," cooperation often fostered feelings of civility, if not friendship. Perhaps that was the point? "Water it is then, it's the least I can do."

As he said as much he presented her with a water pouch, complete with water, "I suppose this is as good a time as any for introductions. Bowhannon."

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"I see no need for people to fear magic, when it's being used to help them instead of hurt them. You know, magic is meant to serve man and never rule over him? I decided to take it in a public service route." She flashed her dimples in thanks, as she took the water skin from him.

A swallow, then two, and she wiped her mouth delicately, before she tipped her head in greeting, "Bethany Hawke. A pleasure to meet you."

[clarioretenebris]

"Unfortunately is the isolated instances in which magic is abused that ruins it for everyone. I call that unfair," and then there is the view up north where ruling with magic is serving, but that's a different debate altogether, "it's refreshing to see those that are trying to change the status quo."

Bethany Hawke. The name isn't entirely unfamiliar to him, he's certainly familiar with her sibling, though not personally...by word of mouth mostly, "the pleasure is all mine!"

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"I would have to agree -- but I can understand why people are afraid. They don't understand it, and so rarely get to see magic being used to help them." She gestured with one hand. "So ... yes, I will try to change the status quo. For all the people who see this, for my fellow mages, and myself."

She dipped her head courteously, "So Bowhannon...that's not a name I am familiar with. What's it from?"