Moving Day

[pinprick]

WHO: All the Wardens and whatever onlookers/helpers they may find.
WHAT: Moving Day
WHEN: Current-ish
WHERE: Skyhold and just outside Skyhold
NOTES: The Wardens are grounded. They have been told to camp outside Skyhold. So it's moving day.

It is a relatively flat and pretty utterly frozen piece of land outside Skyhold that the Wardens have found. Since there are only a couple dozen of them, they don't need a large space, at least. There's going to be a premium on slightly more elevated spots, so it's first come first serve. Some Wardens arrive with the sun and lay claim with canvas, stakes, ropes, and poles stacked up while they go back for heavier things. Digging into the frozen ground with the stakes is rough, especially for those who brought wooden stakes instead of iron. Some will be forced to wait until the sun softens things a bit. Some are chasing away the feeling of eviction by making themselves at home, starting fires in pits, or making light of their work through periodic bouts of horseplay. For example, one large longbowman with a wounded right arm, fed up with teasing for his inability to do heavy lifting, carries with his left arm a blond mage who hits him repeatedly with a pillow. Unperturbed, he continues on.

But when the tents are pitched and the sun is down, the cozy camp is a little less strange. People will gather around fires for warmth and companionship, knowing that after one sleep, this will start to feel like home.

Comments

[blightedson]

"The only one who was dying was me," he said thoughtfully. "I suppose that was a little more accepting. Otherwise, you'd just always have to be the one to go first."

He really doesn't want to dwell on that so much though so instead he focuses on the first part. "There is nothing wrong with talking." In fact, Felix never rolled his eyes, and instead watched carefully. "I wish I was more knowledgeable on the plight of Southern mages. I went to the University of Orlais and there the topic was strongly avoided."

[justice_is_blond]

"I wasn't the one who died. I... Mm." He paused, looking back toward the camp, as his voice turned regretful. "I don't remember her name. I survived, as did Oghren, and the other recruit passed away. I don't know that he'd remember her name either." If he was still alive. That's the issue with Wardens.

Anders exhaled. "The better topic is what happens to the mages in the south. I'd be glad to give you answers to any questions you have. They don't like to talk about us much; they'd much rather we died quietly."

[blightedson]

Felix's frown deepens at that. "I'm afraid I wouldn't know where to start... I've realized it really must be as bad as they say. I don't think Fiona would have been as willing to accept my father's offer otherwise."

[justice_is_blond]

"As bad, sometimes worse. Especially if you lean your ear anywhere near where Vivienne is spouting her delusions." He rather needs to speak with Fiona sometime. He's nervous about it.

"And it's balanced on the edge of a knife. It could slip right back to where it was if we're not vigilant. After all, who likes to see a group they look down on suddenly have the same rights as them?" There's bitterness coloring his voice.

[blightedson]

"I'd imagine it'd be a bit like that for Tevinter if we ever abolished slavery."

[justice_is_blond]

"It could well be." A beat. "But I doubt Tevinter is about to do that, and we've this issue in our present, how to prevent further cruelty and abuse despite how some wish a return to it."