faderift | Try something new, they said...

WHO: Fenris and you
WHAT: Someone wants to better himself. Or something.
WHEN: Early Cloudreach
WHERE: Around Skyhold. Isolated corners. The tavern (there's a surprise)
NOTES: Probably a warning from swearing in Tevene. It's Fenris.

He tried looking at it every which way he could, but it made no sense. Well. It made sense to someone, he was sure, but not him. The book that was in front of him was being studiously ignored to make way for something more useful - alcohol.

He was feeling the lack of being able to read. He knew that as many could read as couldn't, but all of his friends round about could - and when he was out in the field, it would be useful to be able to read slaver's ledgers to be able to find out just where they had been - and where they were going next. But how did you even go about that.

Preposterous. He shouldn't even have thought of it. With a sigh he finished his drink and stood up, looking around, and thought about leaving the book behind, but tucking it under his arm. Maybe he would ask Zevran to help him.

Still. He was mellow as he walked through Skyhold at least. Alcohol had a tendency to do that to you.

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Fenris was hyper aware of any trouble round about him, so he was able to move out of the way as soon as he heard the shout, skittering to the side before the stone could hit him. He glanced up afterwards, trying to locate the source of the shout. A woman, hanging from a ledge.

Different.

"I am fine. What are you doing up there?" A reasonable question. No one really climbed up walls like that, after all.

"Oh, thank God," she murmured lowly, exhaling a hard breath.

Things were bad enough about the castle at it was, the last thing anyone needed was her, a rifter, causing an incident by maiming someone - even accidentally.

She looked away, fingers sliding up the grip of her other axe, the sharpened teeth of the blade biting into the stone face. Her toes inched along the ledge, off into the nothing beyond... and she let herself drop, axe slowing her fall to a slide, knees bending on impact to catch her weight gracefully.

"Climbing." She told him as she turned back, retracting her axe. "Or trying to."

Returning one axe to the belt at her waist, she went for the one she'd lost.

"This stone has seen a lot of time; it doesn't always hold the way I'd hoped it might."

Fenris personally had no real issues with the Rifters, as long as they weren't mages. Or weren't out to kill people. Or cause trouble. If they were nice, gentle people, he was fine with them.

He would withhold judgement on this one until he knew more about her. "Why would you want to climb up, when you can get to the top normally?" He'd been round the battlements; the view was spectacular, admittedly, but why not use the steps like everyone else?

"Practice?" Lara replied with a bemused quirk of her eyebrows. "...And, I suppose I find it relaxing."

She slipped the loop on the end of her axe back onto her belt and turned back to him.

"Some people might for a walk, I go climbing."

He leaned back against the wall, looking up at her. "It is an odd thing to do for relaxation." Fenris killed people, don't judge him. Well. Fought. Same thing.

"Well it's not tea and cookies," she allowed with a soft, gentle laugh, ponytail bobbing lightly. "But I enjoy it."

She looked up the wall, head tipping back as her eyes lifted the entire way.

"It's challenging, and satisfying in a very - simple sort of way."

Something she could still look at, and know how to achieve. Something she still understood.

He turned, looking up at the wall, trying to see what she saw, and only slightly concerned when she tipped her head back.

"Climbing a wall is satisfying?" To him, surviving the day was the greatest satisfaction he could imagine. Wall climbing? Not so much.

"It's a hobby." She shrugged her shoulders and folded her arms neatly, looking back at the elf. "Do you not do things for fun? Simply because you enjoy them?"

He frowned a little, glancing up at her. "Killing slavers, I suppose." It was fun, chasing them down, but hobbies? To fill the time? Unless there was wine involved, he didn't really care.

Her lips parted, drawing a small, quick breath. Her eyebrows veed slightly. She almost spoke. ...But then she exhaled, mouth pursing lightly as her head bobbed and her dark ponytail waved.

"Touché."

She'd read enough to understand that Thedas still had an active system of slavery, and she'd committed her own fair share of murder. Just because she wouldn't have called it a hobby, didn't give her any rate to judge him doing so.

After a beat, she unfolded her arms enough to extend a hand to him.

"Lara."

If she knew what he'd been through, she probably wouldn't object to him killing slavers, and freeing their potential sales. After all, Fenris was doing Thedas a favour.

He looked at her in return before shaking her hand briefly. "Fenris."

"Like the wolf?" Lara asked, unable to help herself, as they shook and parted again.

So many myths and legends from home she'd found already translated in Thedas, she was always curious to see if there were more.

"Fenrir?"

He grimaced a little, reminded of Danarius in that moment. "My former master gave me the name," he admitted. "It means 'little wolf'." So, something their worlds had in common, if Fenrir was known there. It made things a little more interesting.

She noticed the look, and couldn't help a small one of her in return at the mention of his 'former master,' but she bit her tongue before apologizing. Somehow, she though that might just earn her a uglier one.

"...It does where I'm from too," she said instead, after a moment's pause. "Well, not 'little.' Fenrir was actually said to be a giant wolf, big enough that he was foretold to swallow the god Odin whole, and help bring about Ragnarök, and the end of the world."

Now this was interesting. "Here, Fen'Harel is the Dread Wolf, or the Trickster God. Hey betrayed the Creators and Forgotten Ones" He glanced as her, musing about it. "It would seem there are similarities between our worlds."

"So I've noticed," she agreed with a small nod and tip of her head, her brows tensing slightly with consideration. "A lot more than I would have imagined. Darkspawn, archdemons, Fenrir...."

She trailed off, shrugged her shoulders.

"It's not exact, but there's enough to make one wonder." Her expression melted into a small, bemused smile. "We're more like, second cousins, than complete strangers."

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