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

[sunshinethroughgrey]

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.

Comments

[kallian_endris]

"It would help if we weren't tripping over things trying to help the patients," Kallian admitted.

She looked over the rocks.
"I can try. I'm not that strong, but these are pretty small..."

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"Precisely. We'll clean up the area of debris and do something more useful with it. Maybe make a firepit for them to put some larger pots over ..." Bethany murmured to herself.

"All right, you carry a few, I'll carry a few. By, ah, cheating." She grinned, lifting her hand again.

[kallian_endris]

Kallian gathers some rocks into her apron.

"It's nice of you to do this. And... honestly, it's sort of nice to see mages using magic to be helpful, considering... well..." She gestures vaguely. "I mean, I'm fine with mages, but a lot of people... aren't..."

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Bethany looked over at Kallian, and her expression softened, "I know what people think of mages in general."

A warm smile curved her lips, as she started to lift the stones and rubble to a pile that Kallian could in fact, sort through and use, clearing the area. "I also know that until people see mages as individuals, and not a whole, then they're never going to stop being afraid of us. So one mage lifts some rocks? Some people will think some mages are not so bad."

[kallian_endris]

"I suppose not."

She moved the rocks around, sorting some by size and shape.

"We could use some right over here... Help collect rainwater so we have a fresh supply..."

[sunshinethroughgrey]

She looked over her shoulder to where Kallian was pointing, and brightened. "Oh, good eye! Well done, indeed, Kallian."

She beamed, as she moved some of the larger rubble where the girl had pointed.

"So what do you do for the Inquisition?"

[kallian_endris]

"Healer's assistant," came the immediate answer, "Mostly things like first aid, gathering herbs, making poultices and tinctures and teas and ointments. That sort of thing."

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"I used to do a bit of that work myself, when I was your age." Bethany smiled, as she concentrated on shifting the rocks with finer control.

"Of course, I learned healing magic as well -- not as well as healer mages but enough to get by."