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

[fleurdesel]

It was going to be an average morning- breakfast, lessons in the garden- but the apprentices wished to stretch their legs and there's precious little in the world that Adelaide can deny them so long as it won't risk their safety. A hike to gather more herbs, roots, wildflowers. Honeycomb for the bees. She'd bundled them up, given them packs and it'd gone well for a short while. About an hour. But then, oh. One of them wandered off, as children do.

But on this side of the mountains? It set Adelaide into a panic. The remaining students were sent back to the hold immediately to hole up in the room they slept in while Adele continued the search. More eyes would be better but she would not risk them for anything. A quarter of an hour she'd been searching when she found the horse without a rider, the wide, cold plain. Despairing she called out again. "LEON!"

CLOSED | SECRET MEETING

[theonly]

[ It is a bit more cloak and daggers than he would have liked but it is what is required. The two Knight-Commanders meeting in the office of Commander Cullen in the late hours; those who are still awake, Stannis can imagine what sort of rumors and idiocy that they are coming up with on their own.

He paces from one side of the room to the other, almost like he does not notice either man. Eventually, he stops and pivots slow on his heel. His hand makes a gesture toward Sauveterre. ]

Knight-Commander Alayre Sauveterre. And I do not think I have to introduce the ex-Templar, Commander Cullen Rutherford to you, Sauveterre. [ Maybe someone else should have handled introductions. ]