faderift | Open: Party Preparations

WHO: Josephine, Vivienne, OPEN
WHAT: Preparing the Inquisition for the Soiree
WHEN: 15 Guardian to 14 Drakonis (about a month's span before the event)
WHERE: Skyhold, varies
NOTES: * Josephine is the hostess of the shindig. Matters regarding invitations, guest lists, admittance, entertainment, food, or general complaints/suggestions should be directed to her.
* Vivienne has personally invited three tailors from Val Royeaux to assist with clothes making for the attendees. She is available to assist with design selections and/or advice on how to behave.
* YOU are open and invited to grab your nearest and dearest CR to complain about the party, ask for a date to he event, complain you have nothing to wear.
* Belinda Darrow has donated from her own private purse to the cost of clothing which people could otherwise not afford.

The Orlesian tailors arrived in great state, bringing with them a cadre of servants, workers, and snotty attitudes. They hate everything. It is cold in Skyhold. It is damp. Everything smells of wet dog. The working conditions are abysmal. The food is criminal. There's not a damned thing they don't complain about, except for the piles of coin they stand to make from this soiree. Yes, they are more than content to build a fortune with exclusive work that will be seen by some of the aristocracy's finest.

Harritt apparently doesn't much like them either. They've taken over his Undercroft with their fabrics and threads, designs and opinions. Oh they have opinions. He stays to one corner, attending his work, and grumbling under his breath about the poncy cheesesniffers.

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"It is," Ariadne replied. "But don't be sorry about it. It's...good to talk about it. I think it's important. Because...if I talk about them, then they're not really gone."

At least, that was what the sisters at her missionary school used to say.

She gave Katniss a small smile. "You look like us, you know. With those eyes. You'd fit right in."

...if she had green skin.

Her mouth twists faintly, but she nods her head in understanding, "Yes ... I feel that way about Prim, and my father, as well."

If she kept their memories alive, they were with her.

She laughed quietly, "That's me. Half human, half elf, half ... whatever your people are. I'm half of everything."

She wasn't too excited by the 'whatever your people are.' Especially not in public. But Ariadne decided it was best to avoid the whole thing altogether.

It helped that Katniss had opened the door for her.

"That's three halves," she pointed out gently.

Well, Katniss figured that Ariande's people must be some sort of human, but what kind of human she had no idea. Airy had never - well. Airy had never told her at all.

She pressed her lips together, before arching a wry eyebrow, "I wasn't taken into the Inquisition for my brains."

Ariadne gave her a teasing look. "That was foolish," she replied. "They'd be unwise to underestimate your mind."

And she meant it. Every single word. Both because she believed that Katniss was terribly clever. And because she knew that Katniss was terribly clever.

She stood up from her little perch, walking over to Katniss with a look of reverence. "I won't," she said, looking her right in the eyes. Katniss was smart. Smart enough to deduce that Ariadne had secrets. Ariadne knew she knew. And wanted Katniss to know.

Between the two of them, they were quite knowledgeable.

One corner of Katniss's mouth lifts up, before she tilts her head a little, "Who says I'm not looking for them to underestimate me?"

Better to be thought the lesser, sometimes. Strength could make you a target, after all. Especially when they knew you were smart.

She gave her a long, piercing look, before smiling a little bit more. "Well, that's because you're smart"

The tension eased out of Ariadne's shoulders. She knew right there and then that she would tell Katniss the truth.

In time.

But not here and not now. Especially with the nosy tailors and all of the people milling around.

She bowed her head, smiling brightly and trying to hide it a little. "I try to be smart," she said. "Sometimes I even manage it. But not always."

"Well, you're in the same boat as a lot of us then." Is Katniss's wry reply, before she smiled at her sister and then stood up straighter.

"For now. I'll try to be smart and hold my tongue. Most of the time. Not always." Grey eyes flash amusement at the very thought.

She nodded once. "Always is so boring, anyway," she replied. "Sometimes, it's better to keep them guessing."

No need to elaborate on who the 'them' meant.

There was always a 'them.'

"We do like to keep things interesting."

She smiled in return, her eyes bright.

Ariadne bobbed a little curtsy. "And speaking of interesting," she said, "I look forward to seeing whatever it is they get you wearing to the ball."

The meaning being clear. She would be there.

Anything to support her big sister's big debut.

"Yes, I'm rather interested to see what I'm getting for my coin here - for you and for me." She stated wryly, as she looked down at her gown then up at Airy.

"So red? Red is a good color for you?"

She shrugged. "I guess we'll find out. I've never had a real gown before."

She...might have stolen one once. But it was for a very important undercover operation. And it hadn't fit her right. So it hadn't really been hers.

Also, it had been green. In retrospect, that seemed a little ironically redundant.

"Honestly, neither have I. So I guess we'll both find out." Katniss gave her a wry little smile, before she tipped her head.

"So get yourself on a stand there, little sister. Time to get ourselves fancy."

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