faderift | ( OPEN ) blending about as well as somebody wearing the glasses with a fake nose attached

WHO: Emma Swan and PLEASE YOU don't leave me on my own
WHAT: Emma trying to make sense of the new place she's flumped in
WHEN: backdated-ish towards closer to her arrival thru now?
WHERE: Gettin all cozy in Emprise/Skyhold I believe
NOTES: Nothing dramatic yet. at least I don't think so. tba.

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It's at least a little bit ironic that she's more powerful than she's ever been and she still doesn't have much of anything. Being a rifter apparently rewards her no incentives, which is not surprising really but at least a little discouraging. She's been stuck close to a few weeks now and she's no closer to finding a way out, and no closer to finding a steady source of income, either.

She works little ends and odds here, yet she's not a great worker. When she can focus, she's quite dilligent and determined. It's focusing that is the hard part. Jobs that get more complicated than a monotonous repeated task tend to get scattered quickly. And it's safe to say not all residents of Skyhold trust a rifter to do even the most menial of tasks. She's lucky to put together enough coin to get some food for her and Ruby on occasion, she certainly doesn't have enough money to buy something to arm herself.

She can't actually be hurt, yet the lack of an ability to defend herself when she can't use her magic makes her very nervous.

So occasionally when the soldiers are out training, or weapons are out for polishing and display in the courtyard, Emma is there to look wistfully at what she can't have yet. Oh she could steal one, it's just that would be awful stupid when she still sleeps and is forced to exist here for the time being. So for now she just watches... and occasionally she'll point out sloppy form if she spots it. Hey, she isn't a master at a sword but apparently being the daughter of Prince Charming has taught her something in the past two years. And she knows poor form if she sees it. (That sounds a bit more like her pirate boyfriend than her father, though, doesn't it?)

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Something she didn't know about until it was far too late? Dark Ones don't require a lot of sleep. There's only so much time she can pretend to be sleeping for Ruby's sake. When that gets to be too much, Emma generally wanders around the open areas of the fortress, trying to keep to herself and keep fairly quiet at that.

She seems to like the courtyard best, and is often found doing something with her hands. Braiding straw or even something she never dreamed she'd get into — knitting. Hey, the place is freezing and she's ... okay she's not good. If anyone wants some lumpy socks, though, she's your lady. She's game for other tasks to distract her, too, even if they end up mundane like sweeping or other chores.

It's possible one might catch her talking to herself. Under her breath, barely a whisper, enough that it can be forgotten as a trick of the fortress that barely sleeps more than she does. You'd have to get pretty close to understand what she's saying, and that's probably for the best. Chances are you don't want to know.

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The last thing one would think Emma would be interested in is more magic. She's got plenty, thanks, and not a whole lot of places for it to go. Not to mention the fact she has magic seems more like a strike against her than a positive quality in this place, though to be fair, when has magic ever felt like a gift over a curse? She tries her best not to use magic, no matter the situation, just to protect herself...

Yet she still can't quite keep her nose out of it all the same.

The magic of this world is very interesting to her, and it's often she'll watch mages at work, though if they ask her to buzz off she will. They use techniques completely foreign to the ones she's started to understand back home. Emma is intensely interested in how mages control their abilities, quietly hoping that she can learn something from them.

She hasn't gone as far as asking questions, yet... but the way she lingers and watches has to be at least a little bit creepy, especially if the poor mage in question has no damn idea who she is.

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hit me up with whatever you like! Emma roams the castle a lot, and probably is distracted and weird while doing so. hit me up at goplayzelda if you wanna chat magic stuff!

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"It is, which is why no one has forced you to do that," Ellana answers sensibly. "Some rifters have volunteered of their own volition, and for their own reasons. But no one should be in charge of making that decision but you."

Rifters do have many questions, but they have the history, culture, religion, and politics of a completely new world to catch up on.

"I don't blame you for having many questions. So much here must seem unusual to you."

No, she didn't have to join. She just wouldn't get any aid unless she did. It probably was not obviously manipulative to someone that believed in the cause of the Inquisition, yet Emma herself wasn't impressed. It was far from the worst incidence of coercion she'd ever had to witness, that didn't really make her enjoy it any moere, though.

"It's not as strange as you might think, but it definitely is different from Maine." She can't quite admit she's technically from a magical world to a stranger. Still, it's not actually her first time she wounded up stranded in a magic world, yet it had to be a different one, leaving her a fish out of water all over again.

"Maine," she repeats. "What is it like there?" Ellana is fascinated by other places and people, and it can't get more different than people from other worlds. This is something she never considered before, only imagining what life was like for people in Rivain, Orlais, Ferelden, etc.

Ah, Maine. How to describe it to a stranger? "It's not that much warmer than it is here, I have to say." Apparently apart from Neverland, she was never going to visit a world warmer than her own. "It's by the ocean, so it's a different atmosphere than here. And we're a little more about technology than magic... that part is harder to explain." She looks a little apologetic at that. "I live in a small town. It's nice. Home."

It's said that just as she started to believe Storybrooke was home again, she wound up somewhere else. No wonder she had a hard time buying things were ever going to be calm, that she was going to get to her happily ever after; because they never stayed calm for long.

"I hope through research that the Inquisition is able to find a way to send you back there," she says sincerely. No one should be stuck here against their will. The world is already a dangerous, frightening place. To be dropped into it instead of born into it makes the situation even more difficult.

Her smile is a little tight, but it's also genuine. That means something to her, and she appreciates the sentiment. "Thanks," she says, nodding a little. "And thanks for the information. I appreciate it. I should probably let you get back to your practice, though."

Hopefully, without the staring this time.

"All right. Don't be afraid to reach out to me on the crystals, if you have one." It's an easier way to find her than looking all over Skyhold.

But with that said, she takes her staff and moves back to where she was practicing to start up once more.

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