The Restless One

[equanimiti]

WHO: Alayre Sauveterre & Whomever joins
WHAT: Summary of content
WHEN: Harvestmere 21 : Early Morning and later, the Midnight Meeting.
WHERE: Skyhold, Frostback Mountains
NOTES: This features the "secret meeting" amongst the Templar and the Inquisition below. That's a locked thread.

Off the beaten path to Skyhold, a white horse could be seen frolicking about in its lonesome. The creature was without saddle or reins, completely free to roam where ever she wishes under the watchful gaze of the owner. Alayre had ventured out this morning for the sake of catching a bit of fresh air before the day starts. He felt guilty for keeping poor Durandal cooped up in the stable for the last several days and thought to treat her.

The horse seems to like her taste of freedom as she races along the expansive fields with such glee. Alayre found enjoyment watching the mare frolick as he sat high upon what seems to be the remnant of grey-stoned pillar. Dressed plainly in a black tunic and dark leathers, the only splash of color Alayre possessed was the crimson cloak that frames his sturdy form. Durandal's ornate brown saddle sat upon his lap as he gazes out towards the horizon. He's daydreaming at best, his thoughts scattered as the peaceful lull of the land almost tempts him to sleep.

With the Skyhold still visible from where he rests, Alayre wasn't too concerned about the treat of brigands and beasts alike. Though, this does not mean he left the hold unarmed. His swords are concealed by the lengthy cloak he wears but the Iceblade's ethereal glow is still somewhat visible.

A tired yawn escapes the Knight-Commander briefly takes a moment to stretch his arms. That suit of armor he typically wears left him feeling a tad stiff along the shoulders. It's an annoying dull ache that promises to get worse if doesn't alter the armor further.

Comments

[equanimiti]

"Ride swiftly, Leblanc, and safely." Alayre says once she finally climbs into the saddle. He'll have to hike the rest of the way back but at least she will be able to save the child from hypothermia and possible frostbite.

[fleurdesel]

"...Do not fall off a cliff or get lost on the way back to the hold. I'll be held accountable." The only thing worse than being indebted to a Templar is being blamed for their death. Beyond that- she rides. It goes swift with the horse, unaccustomed as she is to the practice. As soon as she's handed Leon off to Roul to be warmed she makes certain it's seen to in the stables- warmed and fed and, even, leaves an apple for it in thanks.

Alayre will find a bottle of wine tucked in with his horse's tack. Fereldan wine, but wine. As thanks.