heaven, a gateway, a hope

[byblow]

WHO: Grey Wardens & You
WHAT: A daring and not at all ragtag group of Grey Wardens has walked all the way across Orlais to inform the Inquisition--just in case it hadn't already realized on its own--that everything is terrible.
WHEN: Harvestmere 22
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: This post has: (1) A single group "we just got here, we're freezing, who is in charge, what do you mean you haven't decided yet" starter that we'd like to keep to one chronological thread. (2) Open starters for individual Wardens set later in the day/week.

OOC Note: Regarding the first starter--threadjack away! Anyone is welcome to wander onto the scene to see what's going on and wander back out at their leisure, to fall silent for a while, etc. No tagging order. But let slower taggers get a word in edgewise!

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[byblow]

"That's no excuse," Alistair says. "There's always time for stories of Warden heroism. I don't care if you have to tell them a few words at a time in between spells--you can manage it."

It isn't hard to tell at all that he isn't being serious. He's really more humble than that, too. But he's had enough frowning for one day.

"It's nice to meet you, Alfsigr. I'm Alistair." He doesn't know she knows. "I visited your Circle once, but if you were there, you must have been--" He doesn't guess at ages, but he does hold out a hand, roughly around his hip, to indicate an approximate height.

[spellwisp]

"I was still with my clan then. I didn't come to the Circle until after the Hero ended the Blight. And you, of course." Lest she be seen as not giving credit where it's due. "I understand you played a big role in that, Warden Alistair. We owe you much."

Alfsigr's hands come together in front of her, fidgety. "Being a Warden must be such a thankless job, so... Thank you."

[byblow]

Alistair waves a dismissive hand, in a perfunctory and very manly way. "You'd think that," he says, "but really, between Blights all we do is sit around thanking ourselves for our sacrifice. It more than balances out all the name-calling we get elsewhere."

But, wait.

"Your clan?"

[spellwisp]

The girl laughs quietly, but genuinely. He's quite different from what she imagined a Grey Warden to be. But that's a little unfair, isn't it? It isn't like there's any one type of any faction of person, after all.

Case in point, he seems to be confused when she drops that tidbit of information about herself. She's so used to her life in the Circle, surrounded by people who already know her background, that she'd forgotten that people used to be surprised to hear she'd been raised among the Dalish. "Ah, yes. My mother was Dalish. Still is, I suppose, but I've not seen her since I was very small." That could sound self-pitying, but coming from her it sounds like a light-hearted statement of fact. It just is.