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[SerenityAngel]

SERENITY​

Serenity took a deep breath to keep herself calm and collected. When he guessed that they were close she nodded her head a little, "More than just close." she said quietly and the memories played through her mind. The years they spent together. As she was reeling through those memories she didn't notice Keenan move behind her and kneel down but when he picked up her hair she jumped a little and her hand snapped to his wrist. Her amethyst eyes wide and dilated for a moment and ice just about to be imitated from her hand but when she realized what she was doing she quickly let go, "Oh! Sorry....reflex...." she apologized and turned back and let him braid her hair for her. "I've had bad experiences when other people touch my hair without warning. Once he finished she smiled a little, "Thank you. I haven't had any help with my hair in a long time. It's nice to have it taken care of rather than pulled and used as a leash." she had some serious scars for a young lady. A noble from another land no less. She took another deep breath before she continued talking. "I first met Tasuki when I was ten. He was thirteen at the time. He had just become a Templar and was to watch us in the circle. He wasn't like the others. He was smart and kind and he looked out for me and kept me from being hurt by the other Templars for just asking for a glass of water after a nightmare. Eventually we became friends. When I turned fouteen Tasuki helped me escape the tower and we were on our own for a few years. We earned out nicknames as Fire King and Ice Queen. One day.....he just got sick....He wasn't getting better and I can't do healing magic. I've never had the gift for it. I couldn't do anything for him. We were in the middle of a battle and....he fell...I held him in my arms as his eyes closed I thought for the last time." she remembered the day this happened and looked at her hands as if he were killed by her hands. She then gripped her hands tightly as she continued on, "I thought he died that day.....that it was my fault. I went on and tried to keep going for our dream of a free world but I just couldn't do it alone. I eventually found my way to my home where I was taken in but not with open or welcome arms. All this time....I thought he was dead....all this time I blamed myself.....now he shows up fine as if nothing was wrong. All these years and he couldn't tell me that he was alive or something. Instead of letting me blame myself and bearing the burdens of my family and everyone else on my own." she wanted to cry but she refused to let tears fall from those violet eyes of hers.

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Ayen decided to ask Vunora about herself. Although he desperately wanted to ask if she had met his clan. His body language and facial expression did not show that though. Instead he looked calm, deep in thought, until he finally spoke. "Tell me, are you enjoying being the First for your clan? I remember doubting myself at the beginning. However I eventually learned and grew into the position." Ayen said.

It was more than just growing into the position. His clan had been his life, his very pride and joy came from all the achievements of everyone. That's why he didn't hesitate when it came to sacrificing his freedom for his clan to escape that fateful day. He stood by his choice and didn't have any regrets.

Suddenly Ayen felt a pair of eyes looking at them. He noticed a templar looking at them, him in particular. However the templar looked away just as Ayen looked up. The templar seemed familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Ayen had probably left the Circle before getting a chance to get to know the templar. Now that they were on a journey together maybe they would get better acquainted. Maybe discuss their views on the Circle and how things should change.

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[SilverFlight]

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Keenan froze as she grabbed his wrist, waiting until she released him before moving again.
"No, I am sorry, I should have asked you first. I've never had a firsthand experience with the circles...but I've heard stories."
And the stories were enough to make Keenan understand exactly why Serenity would react as she did. He didn't fault her for a moment.
He listened quietly, shifting so he sat in front of her as she spoke of what happened. He admitted it was very curious. His eyes softened as he saw how revisiting those memories caused her pain.
"There must be a reason," he said gently. "I'm sure if you allow him to try and explain...well, you might be surprised. The man you described just now, doesn't sound like the type of man who would turn his back on you unless forced."

((I am sorry for smol posts, it's been very quiet))

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[SerenityAngel]

SERENITY/TASUKI​

Serenity's eyes were sad as she remembered her time in the circle to the day she became an apostate. "It's....not a life many of us want. Not many Templars are very nice and they constantly watch us. They see something they don't like and you're either killed or made tranquil because you're too dangerous. You can't even have a relationship. If a woman has a child they are automatically taken from them. It's awful. I never want to go back to the circle the way it is. It has to change. Things can't go on like they are and still remain....tense. Someone's going to break." she then sighed as her mind traveled to her 'family' in Rivain. Things weren't much better there either. Why could she never be happy? Was it too much to ask? "Thank you for being understanding. I imagine you're not all too familiar with circle mages or apostates, are you?" she gave him a bit of a weak smile. One that was gentile and fragile like a snowflake. She looked up at him as he moved to sit in front of her a bit and tried to be understanding but her heart was just so closed off because of the betrayal that she just couldn't forgive him. Not for this. "For years? He's lied to me for years. I could have understood days or even months but years? He's had so many opportunities to let me know he was alive, that I wasn't alone but, not a single word. There's nothing he could say that would explain it. He's a rebel leader and he couldn't have found a moment to even write me a letter? It's not possible to come up with a good enough excuse." she told him with a sigh. She then decided to turn the conversation from her to him. "You said you gained a reputation among the wardens by braiding and met your best friend that way. Would you mind terribly if I asked about it?" she was rather curious and she saw the pain on his face when he mentioned his friend and wondered if talking about it would help him feel a little better about it or if it would hurt him more. She would not press the matter if he didn't want to talk about it. She was not a prying person but her curiosity was peaked and so she had to ask but it was up to him weather or not to answer. She would be a friendly ear if he needed one. Even if she wasn't the oldest or wisest in the group.

Tasuki didn't mean to stare at Ayen but that nagging feeling just kept bugging him and it was going to bother him until he remembered. He sighed as he ruffled his burning red hair as if to scratch his brain and make it work the way he wanted it to. "I hate it when I can't remember!" he said to himself with a groan. He then sighed as he gave up trying to remember or make himself remember something he couldn't. Maybe they'll talk when he's finished talking with the others. He might even have some advice for how to get back onto Serenity's good side. After all they were both mages from the circle and had the same experiences for the most part. Surely he could talk to him and get the advice he needed to get his friend back and to break down those icy walls of hers again. Not only that but he was curious if there was anything going on in the circle that he needed to know or could help to change.

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[SilverFlight]

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"That's terrible." Keenan said when Serenity explained her take on the circles.
He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly when she asked about his own knowledge of them. "I'm not familiar with circles at all no. Though the wardens have quite a few mages. Most of them took up the grey because they wished to escape. They had stories...not many were good."
He regarded her in silence as she spoke of Tasuki once more. She wasn't ready to confront him. Keenan would respect that.
"Well, think on it, for the sake of past friendship, if nothing else."
He was slightly taken aback when she asked about his friend. The memory of how he had met her was a good one and he smiled before he spoke:
"Her name was Alana, a mage, with the longest, fire-red hair you've ever seen. She came to Weisshaupt just a few months after I did, had a bit of trouble fitting in. She didn't join by choice you see, so we had something in common. One night, after she'd been particularly mean to some of the younger recruits, they snuck into the dorm and poured tree sap in her loose hair. Alana refused to have it cut. Her mother had always reminded her how much she loved Alana's hair, and her mother was killed not three months before that, she couldn't bring herself to do it, but if she went to our superiors that is exactly what would have happened. So, she asked for my help. It took hours, the rest of the night actually but I managed to comb most of it away and afterwards I braided it up and she wore it like that every day after."
Keenan decided to stop there. Wandering too far down that road would inevitably bring them to darker memories that still haunted his mind. He didn't want to remember the day they heard the calling, how he had woken up with growing dread, thinking that now was his time, only to discover the same terrified expression on the face of every warden in Weisshaupt...
He recoiled from the thought, instead taking a deep breath.
"It must be getting late, I don't want to deprive you of a good night's sleep, but I am glad you spoke to me. Thank you."

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[Oenanthe]

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• Oenanthe
• Jun 6, 2017

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" Perhaps it has to do with my Keeper, but it was not bad. It felt more like another apprenticeship than anything else. There was more expected of me of course than to just hunt or gather, but that was fine, I had always hated hunting. It was nice though, I got to be involved in just about every single area of the clan, rather than just having one job. " Vunora said thinking fondly back on the days spent laid out in the tall grass, disappearing until a Halla would give her away as it snorted in confusion to see something hiding among the waves.

"For a long time, I couldn't imagine anything but life within the clan. It's all I've even known. I haven't even met Shem aside from one or two times when I got to go trade with them or the Inquisitor dropped in. But.. I don't truly regret it, even if I am a bit homesick."

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That night, most everyone was forced into a deep sleep by their exhausted bodies. Vunora seemed to wake up once or twice, but would quickly roll over to face the wall and curl back up asleep again. It was a relief not to be covered in dew, insects, bombarded by wind, or having to put anyone up for guard duty. Long ago he would have never considered walls such a luxury as they were now.

The next morning he slept in, allowing the others to do so as well if they so chose. Their bodies needed the rest, and so did many of their minds. Others, like Vunora woke up to the smell of the Chantry sisters preparing them breakfast and were slowly lured out. At first she almost didn't go, afraid to leave the room alone she looked to Keenan in hopes he would wake up. He knew of this Chantry better than she. But then she remembered her promise, if it did go poorly she could run to him and tattle like a da'lin.

Slipping out, she was pleasantly greeted by a breakfast of fresh honied breads, cheese, potatoes, and roast. Did these shem never eat vegetables or fruit? This was like eating a dinner for breakfast! The words never left her mouth though, as she was all too grateful to just have a meal.
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[The Silent Z]

Numerious Agorix
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The nights dream of reality and conversation... Truth be told Numerious was coming to enjoy the pleasantries of nightly chats with his companions and Evelyn was a dear. Though the time was to reach a inevitable end with ones eyes drawing tired, energy sapping away as they passed the time, a uncontrolled yawn escaping as they both reached a parting of company for the night. Numerious moving his staff and the old book away to allow for a more comfortable and leg out stretching rest or best as one could. Commonly Numerious used a theorized method for sleeping, doing so with short intervals of around twenty to thirty minutes at a time. It was common practice, no?

Least it was for the Tevinter Magister. He couldn't sleep for hours at a time, his mind often playing out several scenarios of what if's, eyes straying not far from his staff and every door, window and entry point. Years of dealing with assassination attempts, betrayals, plotting enemies and scheming alliances against him, his own family would see him dead and buried along with the rest. Dirt game, politics...

But it benefited the mage, he was a well guarded and secure individual, often rotating personal guards to keep ahead of bribery attempts. Using deterring methods while asleep or meditation while his mental form wandered the fade, using wards and barriers to prevent more skillful of deadly sneaks. He became a semi paranoid and guarded man, yet open enough to offer a slim chance to surpass his defenses unchecked, though guarded he would remain just less so.

Even now as Numerious tried to sleep his mind wandered elsewhere, thinking and countering different concerns that could play against him. Flashes of great battle whilst pitted against his own spiteful elder brother during his younger years, the recalled chatters of his mothers curses and his fathers pleased smile upon the aftermath as his answer was found and given, Numerious would succeed him.

Then memories of kid sister dying slowly, painfully as Numerious was helplessly looking on from the foot of her bed as the healers shook their heads quietly as her final breaths were taken. Tears streaming from his eyes and down his face, silently cursing the illness that took his young sibling away from a full life and this world.

Every memory his mind could recall, every battle he ever had was playing through his mind like a cursed doll reliving every moment like a book but with live pictures moving as one did for the scene. Eventually after a few hours of quiet tossing and turning the man arose from his sleep and took his boots, putting them on and rising from his spot in the corner. Taking a walk outside with his repaired robes in hand that were left at his feet, he smiled for a moment before going out the doors in careful attempt not to wake anyone.

Roaming the village until finally heading out the gates and toward the nearest lake for fresh bathing. Aiming for one one unlikely to be used for drinking or anything like that as that would be quite unsanitary. Finally after a fair way outside the village, he came across a small river with some trees around it, where he then undressed and walked into the cold water taking some bars of soap with him. While ignoring the feel of cold water against his burns and more so the feel of soap and scrubbing hands, though his expression was filled with winces.

Outside of the wincing the feeling was easy enough to ignore, when his mind was plagued with old memories and stress. He spent an hour washing up and relaxing in the cool air of the night and tranquil waters around him and about as he lay back in the river.

Before long it seemed like sun was rising and Numerious quickly got out of the water and dried off, getting himself properly dressed and boots back on. Putting the soaps away in his small bag and heading back toward the village, quietly humming a tune and observing the scenery as he passed each section. Using the time before everyone would have gotten up or had been, to return to the village and walk about Redcliffe quietly. Not wishing to disturb and awake those wanting to sleep in after the battle yesterday.

He had since returned his bag to the saddle of his horse, while then walking toward the port within the village that gave view of lake Calanhad and standing at the edge of the wooden bridge like structure, listening to the birds and gazing out into the sun risen view before him. ​

 

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Keenan slept better than he expected, the battle must have taken more out of him than he realized. He woke with the sunrise, stiff and sore and crept out of the chantry, letting the crisp morning air fill his lungs. A woodpile sat not far away, the basket for chopped pieces empty, an ax embedded in a worn chopping block. Keenan took up the ax and set out a piece of wood, cleaving it with an ease of motion that came from many winters of practice. His muscles sang in protest, they had been overworked yesterday, but with the tenth piece of wood they began to warm up, and resigned to mild complaining.
He noticed Numerious return and watched the man head towards the docks. Contemplating whether or not it would be an intrusion to follow.
"Well! And here I thought my morning'd be filled with splinters and sweat! But it seems someone has beaten me to the task."
The chantry sister's voice brought his attention back and he gave her a smile, he couldn't abandon the task now.
"Don't worry sister, I'll have enough wood to stoke the fires in two shakes of a lamb's tail."
Keenan continued his work until the sun was fully up and he was forcibly removed by the Chantry attendants and a plate of breakfast was pushed into his hands. He found Vunora at breakfast as well and greeted her warmly.
"It was a bit cold last night, I hope you slept well."
Blue appeared then too, stretching slowly and trotting over to the sisters to beg for food.
The darker thoughts from the previous night now seemed like shadows, settling back into their place in recesses of his mind. Somehow the sun made everything better.
"I don't know if you've spoken to the inquisitor this morning, do you know when he're planning to leave?"

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"I'm not surprised to hear that actually." she said calmly and almost smiled sorrowfully, "The circle needs to change if it is to get better. I once thought Tasuki would help me change that but it seems like he wanted me out of his plan. I...I'll think on it. Thank you." she said then smiled as he told her about his friend the mage and how they met and became friends. She offered a word of slight disgust when he told her about what they did to the woman's hair and she knew exactly how that would feel. She herself prided herself on her hair. She knew how it would feel to be forced to have it cut. It would be devastating. She was happy that he stood up for her and helped her. "Thank you for telling me about her. I hope you sleep well." she said as he got up and left her to get some much needed rest.

Nights were never very much fun or restful for the icy mage. Always plagued with dreams of torture and fear. Very rare was it for her to go with a dreamless night but maybe she would get lucky. Luck was not on her side tonight. She would wake with a start once in a while with her heart racing and her skin perspiring. Nightmare after nightmare. Nothing ever changes. A never ending circle. After the third time it was a bit before dawn that she woke up and noticed two people were out of bed already. Numerious and Keenan. She glanced over and saw her old friend snoring away and it made her roll her eyes in exasperation. The boy never did have problems sleeping and if he could he would sleep till noon. With a sigh she got up and carefully got dressed into her traveling clothes and went out to greet the morning before the sun rose. She saw Keenan was working on the firewood while Numerious came back completely soaked but his clothes were dry. So he had gotten a chance to bathe. It would be nice to take a bath right now but she wondered if she had enough time to do so. After yesterday it would be a welcome relief to get the blood off of her and sooth the wound on her leg. "Morning Keenan, morning Numerious. It seems I'm not the first one up this morning. How devastating. I'm usually up before anyone else. My reputation is shot." She said trying to be a little funny and open a little. She figured since she was going to be with them a while it would be beneficiary to try and appear not so cold. She then turned her attention to Numarious to ask him about bathing and if there was a spot she cold use. She hoped to have enough time to bathe in peace at least quickly.

Tasuki whined and whimpered over his armor for a while before his whineing tired him out and he rather passed out. He snored but not all that loudly but his sleeping position was rather played out. He was a lot like a child when he slept. He had peaceful and funny dreams and even mumbled in his sleep. "No....don't take my bear...it my bear...." his was the dream of children. His mind never seemed to grow up from that point but when those golden eyes opened he would be his age once more but for now he was a child and happily exploring those adventures of childhood and happiness. If anyone in his rebellion saw him like this they would lose a lot of respect for him and laugh at him. He never showed such a vulnerable side when he was awake. Sure he was kind and smiled a lot but this was complete inability to defend himself.

It wasn't until he smelled the intoxicating aroma of food did the ex-Templar's eyes open and sat up straight. His stomach growled quite loudly and he shot up from his cot wearing his pants and a lose red shirt without his sash to hold it down. "Food!" he cheered and thanked the sisters repeatedly for their kindness and generosity. He was such a ball of energy first thing in the morning that it was almost contagious or irritating. True to his fiery nature he had energy to burn even after yesterday and would gladly share some with his companions if he could. He wondered if he could do something productive already once he finished his food. Maybe he would go around town and see what he could do to help with further repairs.

That was just what he was going to do. He finished his meal, thanked the chantry sisters and headed out to the town and looked to see what he could do to fix the place up now that he wasn't hurting so much. It was while on his walk that he heard a soft sound. One that made him stop dead in his tracks. He looked and saw that the cutest little kitten had been singed by the fires from yesterday and was terrified and huddling in a pile of broken and burnt wood for protection. His heart hurt and so he knelt down and picked up the little thing. It would have been pure white if not for the soot and singed fur. "You poor little thing. Come on. Let's get you cleaned up, fed and taken care of." he said to the little creature and carried it back inside the chantry where he took a piece of cloth and some water to clean off the fur a bit so he could see the white color the kitten originally was and thankfully other than that the kitten was not hurt. He then asked the sisters for some milk and fed the little thing with a warm smile on his lips. A big and fiery man, taking care of the cutest, sweetest little kitten. How adorable, right?

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[Oenanthe]

Location- Skyhold
Weather - Clear, 62°F
Time - 5:00PM/ Bloomingtide, 9:45

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• Oenanthe
• Jun 6, 2017

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Max was relieved to be getting in so early with time to spare before the evenings celebration in the Tavern. It gave him time to properly put away Titan, but better yet- get a bath. While the Inquisitor still lived in his embarrassingly pompous quarters, the ambassadors all had rooms prepared for them on the second and first floor overlooking the gardens. They were not the most lavished and large rooms, but they certainly were better than the awkward rooms positioned on the fort wall or sleeping all in the barracks together. They were private, and each sported a window along with instant access to the gardens and the main hall. They also could visit the chantry on the first level, or have quicker access to the library from the second level.

Vunora had her room simply decorated in a few Dalish keepsakes and her own personal belongings, but other than that she kept it rather barren. Life in the clan taught her to travel light and she was not accustomed to having her own room, nor decorate or store many things in that room. Really the only thing she did in that room was sleep. Most of her time was spent like it was now, in the gardens where she walked among the flowers and snipped dead buds or pruned wherever she felt they needed it. It looked like it could use some TLC, and it was something to do before the party began in Herald's Rest.

Max had wanted a very basic Ferelden look, but before he could even ask where his room was Josie had already rolled out the red carpets and ordered stained glass. Honestly, it felt more like someone elses room than his, but by now it was home. He had converted the loft above into a little bedroom for his June-bug, but he imagined it wouldn't be long now when she would grow tired of sleeping with daddy and would want a room of her own.

Currently, him and Juliana were in the yard 'sparring'. She equipped herself with the mightiest wooden sword in the castle and he rebelled against her efforts with the most fearsome stick he could pluck off the ground. It wasn't long into the fray that it broke, so he charged her, scooping the girl up into his arms. She let out of a fit of giggles, the sword falling as she took to slapping him on his shaved head with her little hands.
"Release me Cor-if-fer-ous!"
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[SilverFlight]

Keenan had not known he could request hot water for a bath. He found out completely by chance when he overheard a kitchen worker speaking of it.
Sheepishly he asked if one could be poured for him and they happily obliged. As he left the kitchens and made his way past the stables he was stopped by a bearded cloth merchant. The man told a tale of how the grey wardens had helped his caravan not long ago and when he'd seen Keenan leave with the inquisitor for Redcliffe he busied himself making the warden a gift.

Now Keenan stood by the bookshelves in the library, still feeling warm and content from the bath. He was dressed in the aforementioned gift, a stunning tunic made of royal blue velvet, cut in a Fereldan style but obviously with Orlesian artistic liberty. The hem and sleeves were trimmed in delicate silver embroidery and the belt glinted silver as well as he turned to the light. A gryphon reared up across his chest, also lined in silver thread. Keenan had never had such a splendid garment and he felt more than a little self-conscious. Still that did not deter him from leaving his room in it and fulfilling the promise he had made to himself when under the belly of the dragon. He was browsing the shelves for anything he could find on the beasts. There was a small stack of books in his arm and as he traced the shelves he selected one more, this one written in the elegant script of Tevene. He considered it for a moment before pulling it onto the stack and going to sit in one of the plush chairs by the window.

The mountains were painted in a beautiful golden light and Keenan found himself staring at them for a long moment before he pulled open one of the books and began to read. In the distance he could hear the happy squeals of the Inquisitor's daughter, making a note that he should go and introduce himself as soon as his task was done.

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||Evelyn Faux||

Nightfall seemed to leave as quickly as it came. Once late enough, she dismissed herself from Numerious, thanking him for allowing her keep him company and retired to a place where she could sleep soundly. Though, like most nights, it was somewhat hard to do - that night in particular she was able to close her eyes and drift off into a rather peaceful slumber.

She’d thought it was because of the Chantry, having since when she was a small child, abandoned on the Chantry’s steps back in Val Royeaux. Something that shouldn’t be a child’s first memory, but was that of reality. Had it not been for the Chantry sisters that found her, who knows where she may have would up. She found a dark humor in the fact that her birth mother cared enough to not throw her into the sea but not enough to keep her.

It left Evelyn bitter.

To this day, she holds a soft spot for children - especially those in orphanages - should the be so lucky. Though such a life of motherhood never crossed her mind, fearing of becoming her child’s burden; she would never abandon her own, should the Maker decide to fate her with such a gift. There were several children that day, thrust into the reality in which Evelyn had grown from. However, their’s would grow with pain - for they were stripped from their families. Having lost a home to call their own - for no longer did they have one. Some without fathers or mothers. Or both.

To see such a pain wounded her as she’d never experienced such a loss.

The Orlesian was awoken by a gentle pushing of her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open to see that a kind face of one of the Chantry sisters. She beckoned Evelyn to grab some breakfast before they headed back to Skyhold. She accepted the elderly woman’s plea and did as such. Grabbing a bowl and reading quietly while she ate.

The ride back to Skyhold seemed much shorter than the ride to Redcliffe; however, as it always was. Evelyn was relieved to be back at the castle. Once back, she immediately too to setting her room, one that was closest to the library which she was often found. She had added a bit of her own touch to the room, making it feel like a home away from home. Her bed had a lovely canopy with drapes, as well as a lovely tea set by the window and small shelf for her books. Beside her bookshelf was a rather valuable bust - that was not technically her own, but was won on a bet. Though it were more of a hustle. And just beside her bed, a vanity which had more hidden compartments for weapons than hairpins that the eye could see.

After tending to Fiona at the stables, Evelyn found the bathhouse and proceeded to take a nice long soak; healing the remaining of her wounds. The warm water was refreshing, even against the chilling mountain air that seeped through the cracks in the walls. Once dried and clothed, Evelyn decided a stroll around the castle grounds would do her weary mind good.

As she made her way up the stairs to the tavern, she heard squeals of what sounded like a small child and grunts. Curious, she continued forward to see the Inquisitor holding a small girl in hand - as she took to slapping him on the head. A giggle arose past Evelyn’s lips, finding the scene to be quite endearing;

“You should give up while she has the upper hand, Corypheus.” she jested.

||Kyra Jerriken||

Kyra had made herself as comfortable as someone like she could. Thankfully she had Delan to keep her calm under the circumstances that were her adjusting to Skyhold. She was a bit of a loner in most cases and had a hard time making ‘good’ impressions.

But for the meantime, she kept to herself on Skyhold’s walls - and roof. She preferred the open space and took more to being outside of her room than inside. Which she’d yet to do anything with, and was still empty. Though, Delan took to setting up the makeshift cots and cage for Nibblet.

The sunset was beautiful as it lit up the mountain sides. Kyra sat with her knees pulled to her chest, cradling them in her arms as she looked out to the horizon. Her eyes drifted below to see the Inquisitor and who she presumed to be his daughter. Something she and her father use to do; sparring. Much like the Inquisitor, her father would allow her the upper hand as well. Making her believe she was much stronger than she was.
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[Oenanthe]

“You should give up while she has the upper hand, Corypheus."

" What? No love for the dashing villain!?" He laughed, ducking and flinching against the onslaught. It sounded like Evelyn, but he couldn't be too sure with his vision so impaired. " Fine! I surrender! I surrender!" A joyous shout of glee came from Juliana, who converted her father into a pole that she slid safely to the ground on. Her little arms were thrown up in triumph as she cheered.

" I have smoted the great cor-if-fer-ous!"
"I think it's just 'smote' June-Bug."
"Well... it shouldn't be. Smoted makes sense."
"Perhaps it does, but it is not so."

He finished picking the grass from her wild curls and straightening her out before gently bending to her level and taking her hand. " Juliana, this is Lady Evelyn Faux of Orlais. Lady Evelyn this is my hero- and daughter-, Juliana."

The little girl didn't say a word. Just looked up at her with her mouth slightly agape. This woman looked nothing like the cooks, maids, or soldiers that frequented the fortress walls.

" She's really pretty, papa." Juliana said quietly, putting her little hand on his the shoulder of his tunic.
" She can hear you June-Bug."
"Oh."​

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[stepherz345]

"I was not a great hunter myself either. I knew enough to get by and that was good enough for the clan. I definitely understand being home sick, but this experience will be exciting for you. You'll be able to tell a so many stories to the children." Ayen said. He realized that it was getting late and they would need a good nights sleep. He had no idea what they would be doing tomorrow.

"I hate to cut our conversation short, but I hope we can continue our conversation tomorrow. It's getting late and we should be well rested for tomorrow. Nydha asa'var'lin." Ayen said. He got up and gave his empty bowl to one of the sisters. After roaming around he eventually found his room. He made himself comfortable and soon drifted off to sleep.

The next morning he woke up, his body still slightly sore from the battle. Nothing he couldn't handle though. He made his way downstairs. After he took a quick bath he grabbed breakfast. He ate it quickly and quietly seeing as everyone was preparing to leave. From the sounds of it, they were headed back to Skyhold.

Once they were at Skyhold he lead his horse to the stables and decided to roam around. Skyhold was huge, almost like a town in itself. There were a few merchants, training grounds, a tavern, gardens, and much more he was probably missing. Soon he found the library where Keenan was sitting by himself. Ayen always enjoyed the library. It was so peaceful and full of endless different types of books.

He decided to approach Keenan. "How are you feeling today? Well I hope." Ayen said. His instincts had told him to whisper, like back in the Circle. However there was no Tranquil to tell them to be quiet. He could hear the laughter of a little girl. Someone's daughter most likely. He hadn't thought that children would be around, a pleasant surprise.

Oenanthe nettie. SilverFlight SerenityAngel The Silent Z

 

[Vys]

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( Sorry Im currently packing and doing house stuff so I was kinda AFK !! )

Sul was browsing the gardens of the great hold, his arms tucked in his long sleeves. His bare feet making soft muffled sounds against the stone of the garden, he exhaled and tapped his fingernails together from inside. One of his Qunari men followed behind the smaller man, keeping him company. Sul turned and walked backwards to look up at the bigger man, sweeping his hand along the top of a bush,"So, how do you enjoy it here?"

The big man shrugged and adjusted his hand on his sword hilt that rest on his waist,"It's big. Dusty. Mead is alright. Too much wine here, though." he snorted.
Sul smiled and turned left to walk through the courtyard,"I quite enjoy the wine. It has a nice...berry tang to it."
"It's a woman's drink." he bellowed, eyes forward.
The Qunari man peered down at Sul in which he swept a hand overhis chest as if he was insulted,"Tuhim I am insulted, I enjoy a good spirit when it's given." he brushed a dread over his shoulder,"Taste knows no gender."

Tuhim sat down on a bench and Sul joined him, crossing his legs and resting his hands on his lap with proper posture. Watching those who were in the yard he chuckled softly and tipped his head,"I had no idea the Inquisitor had a child. Cute little thing."



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[The Silent Z]

Life was moving along rather quickly at one moment Numerious thought to have heard young miss Serenity calling to him as the mage stood at the docks in quiet contemplation and gazing upon the view of Lake Calanhad. It was rather distant but he thought he could see a tower far off in the distance..... But it was Serenitys call that caught his ear and he turned to answer. Letting her know that a mile outside the village a small but deep enough stream of a river was present amidst some trees and plants, bushes and wild flowers.

Before much longer they were off toward Skyhold once more. Numerious gathered his things, thanked the elder lady his repaired robes and had a bit to eat for breakfast. Leading up for his mounting of his horse and riding along with the others for Skyhold. A ride that thankfully seemed shorter then Numerious experienced coming to Redcliffe and the hills of the Fereldan border passage and guarding hold that kept free passage from the frostbacks in check should enemies dare cross it.

Once there Numerious took care of his horse and turned for his room, sending away his guards as they greeted him upon his return. A custom and traditional greeting for ones lord as the formality goes, truthfully he always welcomed suchna custom but he politely gave orders for his men which consisted of a handful of personal guards from Tevinter to watch the gates for a time, then retreat for drinks later.

The Tevinter wished for some time to rest as sleep had done well in evading him lately. Even resting intervals had done little to aid him as of late.

Retiring to his room deciding to leave it mostly the same, it wasn't a permanent room after all, so he wished not to overstep his bounds and truthfully he had little for decoration to personalize his room. Instead he drew close the curtains, placed a few books from his bag onto the near end table by his bed, while setting and lighting a few candles that formed a half circle around the stack of books. While placing a map of Tevinter onto the desk across from his bed, markings rather a coded and Ancient Tevene writing in small notes scattered in different sections of the maps corners and open spots, near cities and different locations were and could be seen. All were in the writing style of Numerious himself. He never left without this very map.

Then finally he moved for his bed and lay there for a time.... Some hours in truth since they arrived. A dark room with a few lit candles, curtains tightly closed and silence filling the quarters of the Tevinter Mage.

Even as the mage aimed to rest memories long surpressed broke through and filled his mind, nightmarish of memories and experiences, flashes of snarls and bared teeth as hissing noises were made and accompanied by the spraying of rotten breath and watery mouths..... Darkened creatures of all shapes and sizes surrounding, lighting growing dim, fires few and far between it seemed, blood covering the walls and grounds of the forgotten, lost roads of a once powerful, far reaching empire.

Just as his memories were about to continue they would reach a end.... Numerious stirred and awoke in a cold sweat, his eyes wide and alert as he looked around the room and finding himself back at Skyhold, leading him to awake from his bed and moved toward the door, straightening his appearance to appear proper, hand reaching for the door and opening it long enough to step through and walked out, beginning to move about the grounds, taking notice of the sounds of a girls playing with the Inquisitor and various conversations going on between Evelyn, Max and the girl. Before continuing to walk around the castle, Noticing the Qunari representative in talks with someone, seeing Ayen and Keenan together and the woman of the Avvar people alone by the looks of it.

 

[SerenityAngel]

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The trip back to Skyhold was rather quiet and peaceful, save for Tasuki's whining about his armor. True he only whined to himself but still it was annoying to the ice mage. It was a relief when they finally reached the tall and strong walls of the mighty fortress. She went to her room which was really sparse and didn't have anything in it. Not even anything from the circle or her home land, Rivain. There was nothing in her room but her bed, her few clothes, her staff, swords, a violin and a journal. Something she could write her thoughts and dreams into that helped her to sleep at night and insight into her mind and subconscious. Things she would never reveal to anyone. There was nothing in this room that would tell that anyone lived there. The room was empty essentially and able to be moved out of in lest than five minutes.

She left her weapons in her room as well as her armor but she took her swords so she could get some practice in today and work out her tired body. The grounds were perfect to practice since they were so wide open and she could have room to move around. She stood calmly in an open area with her swords at her sides and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and when her amethyst eyes opened sharply she sliced through the air leaving a trail of chilled air in their wake. Her body moved with great speed and practiced accuracy. Her muscles straining with every move as they woke from their slumber of the previous night. She spun, ducked, dove, tumbled, jumped and flipped and her swords danced through the air and close to her body as if she were striking at foes that were not there. She practiced for hours until she heard some commotion not too far off in the gardens. She let her swords rest at her sides as she went to investigate. What she saw brought a pang of jealousy to her frozen heart. This was something she had never had and would never be a part of. The inquisitor was a father and he seemed to love and dote on his daughter whom was very lovely and sweet.

She watched as Max let the little girl win the bout between them and the many eyes that this little duel had drawn was not something she expected. She watched as the young girl went up to Evelyn and said that she was pretty. Of course she was and so was the young girl. Their interaction was sweet and carefree. The ice queen took a breath and sighed before heading back but as she did she could not help but leave some of her ice behind in her path. Her emotions always brought out her favored element. She thought about what her life would have been like had she not been a mage. She could have been normal and happy in Rivain but fate is not kind at all. She headed up to her room to bathe in warm water and change her clothes into a simple, pale blue dress that was cut above the knee, held over her shoulders with simple and sturdy white strings and trimmed with lace in the front to add a little decoration. She picked up her violin and the matching bow and headed back out to her training area.

She brought her violin under her chin and carefully brought the bow over the taut strings in preparation of bringing sound through the air. She shut her eyes and her entire body tensed up. Her arms held strength and her grip tightened upon the bow and the neck of the instrument in her hands. She took in a deep breath and upon the release she brought the bow string across the strings of the violin and brought forth music to ring through the mountains though she did not want it to travel much further than her small area. A melody that she had learned through hard training and tutoring. Her fingers were delicate as they worked the strings together to compose a lovely ballad. Those fingers that held such a coldness brought out such sweet melodies that it was hard to believe that this young woman could BE so cold.

The melody was soft and long and held a mystery that wanted to be explained but withheld to tease the ears as it danced along the air. She had already practiced her swordsmanship, now it was time to practice her other skills or she would be the worst shame upon her family than she already was. Her fingers fluttered over the strings of the neck and changed the tones and manipulated the music to sway listeners to the difficult composition and be enthralled by its beauty. She never once opened her eyes to the fourteen minute piece but her breathing remained constant and her stance unchanged even as her arms grew tired. This was not a piece to be performed by armatures. Not only could she sing but she could play as well. Unfortunately it only applied to the piano and the violin. The piano as it was more for nobles t be presentable and the violin as it was more of a peasant instrument that she enjoyed and she could take it anywhere where as a piano, she could not. Her facial expression changed only slightly as she changed the tune and tempo as the song progressed and filled her with an unfamiliar sense of freedom.

Tasuki whined and whimpered over his armor as they traveled back to the fort and he was able to get a proper bath and get his armor fixed and fitted back to his body. Once that task was done he set back to setting up his room. He didn't know how long he was going to be there but he figured it would be a while so he made sure to keep the room fairly toasty. He didn't like to be cold and even the atmosphere in the room was warm. He had furs from the animals he killed to survive. He figured that this would be the best way to honor those beasts that gave their lives to sustain his and others. He used every part of the animal so that there would be no waist. He used the bones for tools, ate the meat, what organs could be used he used and he used the furs and skins as blankets especially during the winter months and gave away what was needed to others.

After settling in he felt a bit more at home and was even able to dress comfortably in his signature red shirt, black sash and brown pants with black boots. He went to the kitchen and got a small bowl of milk and brought it back but as soon as he opened the door the little white kitten bolted through to explore. He hurried after the little fur ball down the stairs and into the garden where the little baby cat started diving and hunting in the bushes of the garden and pouncing on just about everything that moved. "Snowfall! Come on! Don't go you need to eat you silly kitten." he called out. It was kind of funny. The big, tall, strong, fiery, red-haired man was such a softy at heart. His large, warm hands gently picked up the tiny kitten that fit quite comfortably in his mitts and held her closely to his chest and offered the milk and the little creature eagerly reached over and started lapping up the sweet drink.

It was at this time that the big guy noticed that he was kind of interrupting a father-daughter bonding moment and he gave a nervous laugh. "Oh, heh, sorry about that. Snowfall here ran trough the door without getting breakfast. I guess she was just to excited to wait." he said a bit embarrassed. When he made his way back out he heard an unfamiliar sound. Music. A violin. He had never heard one before but it was pretty. Whoever was playing was talented. The music was full of passion and heart that it almost broke his to hear it. After the song was finished he smiled and with a deep breath he went on with his day. He planned to visit the tavern and explore the keep and see what he could find. Maybe later he could talk to the Inquisitor and see what he could do for his rebellion and help heal the wounds of the past rebellions. He didn't want to make things worse and he didn't want to leave his people hanging and helpless for longer than necessary.

Even though he had a task to do he did not forget why he was hear and who he was here for and representing. Sure the dragon hunting was a major priority at this point but he could not leave his mages and Templars alone for too long. Sure they could go a few months without him as things had been fairly steady and he had some stand ins to take care of matters while he was gone but he had to get things done or they would never get their freedom without being hunted. He made sure that he would never forget his charges and where they were and what was going on outside these walls. For now though, he could enjoy some comforts that he had missed since leaving the chantry and the circle's walls. Now he even had a pet that he could take care of. At least for now. He didn't know if he could keep the little creature for very long but what time he could he would enjoy.

SilverFlight Oenanthe The Silent Z Vys nettie. stepherz345 NaturalQueen Sopranos

 

[SilverFlight]

"Ayen." Keenan greeted happily as he turned to face his visitor. "I am keeping very well, the rooms are much more splendid than I am used to. And you? I'm not sure how Skyhold compares to the circle, but its hard to imagine anywhere being able to match it."
He held up the book in his hand for a moment. "I realized during our last fight that I know very little about dragons, so I decided I would study, but I can do that anywhere."
Keenan rose and kept the book in his hand as he moved towards the stairs.
"I haven't met the inquisitor's daughter yet, would you accompany me?"

When they drew closer to the yard Keenan could see the inquisitor and the little girl, as well as Evelyn and Serenity. As the pair of Trevelyans sparred Keenan listened to the beautiful piece Serenity played.
"That was wonderful," He praised her when the piece was done. He couldn't help but smile to himself at Juliana staring in awe at Evelyn.
"Juliana, would you like to meet my mabari?" He asked as he approached. Then, putting two fingers in his mouth he whistled once loudly. At first there was silence following the echoes of the sound off the high keep walls, then softly at first but growing steadily louder was the four-step beat of an animal's paws.
Blue came tearing around the corner much too fast and bolted straight for Keenan.
"No Blue!" Was all the warden manged to cry before Blue leapt bodily onto his chest, knocking him to the training ground floor. Keenan felt the wind leave him as the heavy animal lay down where she had pinned him.
"Juliana...this is Bluebell." He grunted under the weight. Blue looked up, her panting smile wider than usual. She rolled off her master and onto her back on the ground, allowing Keenan to rise and tisk regretfully at the two muddy paw-prints now flanking the gryphon on his chest. He retrieved the book (which thankfully had landed in the dry grass and did not look worse for wear) and went to stand by Evelyn.
When playing with Juliana, Blue was as gentle as a lamb, a very far cry from how she played with Keenan.
Keenan caught sight of Numerious in the distance, something seemed to be troubling the mage, or perhaps it was his imagination? He decided to store the information away in any case.

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[Oenanthe]

Juliana had been just as interested in the kitten as the kitten was in bugs...or anything else that moved. So a small pout crossed her little puffy lips when the man with flaming red hair took it away. She went to tug on her father's tunic to tell him to bring back the kitten but was instantly distracted by something far more interesting. All thoughts of the cat left her mind as she burst into a fit of giggles that made her hair bounce.

Before her a grown man- a warrior- had been completely knocked to the ground by a large enthusiastic dog. "Puppy!" She squealed, ignoring the man and his words as she ran forward and went to wrap her arms around the dogs neck. Max seized in fear, but let out a deep breath when Bluebell made no motion to attack the little girl. Of course she wouldn't, Blue Bell was a big dough ball, but it was the dad in him.

Soon Juliana had taken to riding Bluebell around like it was her steed, holding tight onto her collar so she didn't fall off. Once she did and even went to far as to feign death upon impact with the ground but Max just rolled his eyes with a fond smile as he watched Bluebell lick her to life again.

Standing with the other adults as they watched he shook his head. " She's a handful and a half, but she's my everything. Her mother died during childbirth so I'm all she has." He didn't seem distraught over the death of the woman, only respectful of her memory. In truth, there had been no romantic love between them. Like many many nobles, it was a political marriage that he had tried to weasel out to no avail. However, she had been a good woman and a good mother and they had gotten along well. But her heart had always belonged to the little Elven maid with red hair. He encouraged and even aided in their romance.

At one point Vunora joined in on their game and was playing the role of the maiden in the 'tower'. The tower being just her climbing on top of the pavilion like it was a tree.

(Still haven't found a great FC photo but this is what Juliana looks like)
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The Silent Z SerenityAngel SilverFlight stepherz345 nettie. NaturalQueen Vys

 

[Sopranos]

Alessandro
Time: Morning
Place: Skyhold
Characters: Everyone
Tag: Oenanthe , SerenityAngel , ThatGuyWithSouvlaki , SilverFlight , The Silent Z

Stayed a night in Redcliffe was nice but his mind couldn't be at ease. He was glad that they're back in Skyhold soon, where there're many reports waiting to be read. The first thing he had to do when he returned was to catch up with everything that happened somewhere else from his agents. Leaving his post wasn't always his choice but he would go whenever the Inquisitor needed his appearance. He didn't get much more than 3 hours of sleep before the sunrise again and he had to leave his room for another day.

He walked out to the Garden as that's where the Inquisitor and everyone were. They were spending their time together, playing with the daughter of Maxim the Inquisitor. Such a warming, peaceful scene. He himself never thought about a family for his own ever since he departed his parents to serve the Queen of Antiva. Looking at the father-daughter moment between the Inquisitor and his daughter made him think that if there would ever be a day when he could finish his duty and have a family.

He walked toward the group and sat down near Juliana:

"- So isn't this the famous Juliana, I finally got the chance to meet you."

The man with the scar spoke with a tender smile to the little girl. Juliana gazed at him oddly, he wondered if it's because this's the first time they met or it's the scar on his eye. Sandro then looked back at the Inquisitor.

"- Miranda would love to spend time with her..."

Juliana reminded Sandro of Miranda a lots when she was still a child. A small little thing yet so energetic and imaginative.​

 

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||Evelyn Faux||

A soft giggle escaped Evelyn’s lips, covering them as she heard the Inquisitor’s daughter. Her hands fell back behind her, “Thank you, darling. We pretty girls must stick together - the bad guys won’t stand a chance.” she teased. Watching her with a delicateness as she felt a presence beside her. Her tender teal gaze glancing up for a moment as she saw the blonde ice mage turning on her heels from across the way; leaving an icy surface in her wake. Evelyn’s brows knitted together curiously.

‘Something's upset her?’

She’d thought to herself before being interrupted by a whistle. She barely had enough time to react upon seeing a gray blur round the corner and pummel into Keenan. Covering her lips, she let out a small gasp as she heard them hit the ground with a rather loud thud. The Orlesian’s face twisted with concern for the Warden as the pup wagged her tail happily upon his chest. However, the Warden seemed to be used to his Mabari’s antics.

It was sweet.

While standing beside her, Evelyn couldn’t help herself and tended to the stray strands of grass that stuck out from all ends of Keenan’s attire. Gently plucking the pieces out one by one as her eyes caught them. Allowing them to fall from her fingers once they were free from his armor. All while snickering under her breath as she did so.

Her gaze drifted back to Max as he spoke of his daughter. Just with a few words, one could tell how much he adored his daughter. Though hearing the passing of her mother was disheartening. But how his face lit upon hearing him dote on Juliana, it was endearing.

A twinge of envy played at Evelyn’s heartstrings.

She wondered how - who, her father was. Maybe he had never known of her. How if maybe, should things have turned out differently; would she too be like Juliana. This sweet and carefree; innocent. Would it be possible for someone like her?

Upon hearing Alessandro mention Miranda, Evelyn chimed up, “Where is Miranda? Maybe she would like to join Juliana and Blue.” she chuckled. Her body twisted against the melodic tune of the violin in the distance. Her eyes traveled to where the music echoed, realizing it to be Serenity’s room.

It was lovely.

Her eyes then drifted to the Avvar. She was a strange company, along with her dwarf companion. And didn’t she have a nug with her?

||Kyra Jerriken||

The sound of the violin seemed to echoed all through Skyhold. Her storm gray hues noticed the Ice Princess from where she sat on the roof. It was relaxing. Nothing that Kyra was used to after all. Back home, her tribe would use rattles, drums, and flutes; nothing as eloquent as a violin. None such that she’d ever heard. There was something soothing about the tune.

Her calloused fingers had only ever known battling.

Hunting and fighting were all that revolved around Kyra. Those of normal luxuries were not of which she was blessed with. Skinning animals, mountain climbing, tracking - survival skills were honed into her as a small child. It was all she had. Simple pleasures that most believed to be, were actually not so when it was all one had to live on.

The chill in the night air brushed her brunette locks against her face. For a brief moment, she believed she would stay outside for the night. Maybe sleep with Ayla. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same without Delan.

The Avvar female’s interest was peaked when she saw a white fluffball in the window just across from her. Her head tilted as she watched it paw at the window. Carefully, she maneuvered around the rooftop before stepping on the windowsill. Peering through the windowpane, she could no longer see the creature. She almost certain it was a kitten.

If there was any creature she loved, it was cats; Of all kinds.

Her eyes looked around the room, seeing an assortment of furs carefully placed and a fire steadily burning in the fireplace. However, her eyes slid back over to see a red-haired male enter the room with the small creature she had been in search of. Her eyes widened seeing the small kitten in his hands. Seeming to be completely enthralled by the white fur - so much so, she hadn’t thought of how it appeared that she was in this man’s window peering in.

Kyra’s eyes fluttered before pointing to the kitten, giving a sign of her interest. Though the more she took in the appearance of his room, the more interested she’d became in him. She never knew many warriors who were so careful with other creatures, let alone took care of their kills as such he did. Something she could tell just by looking - they weren’t merchant made, but that of his own hands. There was too much tailoring once in the market. Not to mention, there weren’t many men - warriors to be exact, that would take interests in a kitten.
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[The Silent Z]

Numerious Agorix
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There was something about music to quiet ones mind from distraction. Soothe ones unease as time passed from daylight turning to the eves setting sun, bringing about a dusk the likes of which were common but often still quite beautiful. Painting the sky a delicate blend of pink and orange, a touch of red as the night slowly begins to set in and shroud the lands and sky in darkness. Quite simply few if anything was like it in all of Thedas, in all of creation.

And truthfully it reminded him of home though his own musical talents of which did not exist sadly, but listening to classical works sound and fill the air, eyes gazing upon the view as one stood upon his porch that overlooked the Great Lake outside Marnus Pell, the sea in reality, a setting sun setting with a reflection from the sea, the shine of the rising moon in the passing hours reflecting off the cool and tranquil waters of the night were a marvelled sight and as music played... Created a marvelous scene, painting the most beautiful of pictures upon the earths own canvas of nature.

Numerious could often be found each evening upon his bedrooms balcony with his large glass doors open, curtains fluttering in the soft, gentle breeze... A glass of wine in hand and posture tall and upright, proudly gazing upon the worlds nightly gift. Eyes quite fixed upon that which lay before him and all around.

He could picture it within his mind nearly perfectly as he stood atop the battlements, directly ahead of the sparring grounds and companions as they spoke to one another. Children playing, Juliana and Bell having a right good time, whilst he with arms behind his back in folded form, eyes looking toward the setting sun and snow capped mountains, birds flying overhead, music filling the air as Serenity played beautifully. His mind returning to home and Marnus Pell, not the usual place nor city for a Magister but a home few could match in Numerious's point of view and opinion.

His head softly swayed to the tune, mind and body relaxing as he took a breath and exhaled with dimmed eyes softly moving to the tune in synchronized movement with his head and the pace of the tune.

"You'll pay one day my brother...." He thought as his manner though calming was collected and focused upon a single issue. "One day, but the time shall be marked by my hand and not your memories of which shouldn't exist and their rushing of me. Your misdeeds and failure to finish me shall be your undoing, dear brother of mine."

Numerious continued in thought before reaching the end of his sway. Though one day his nightmares and troubles would return as the pattern shall continue again like before, he could almost feel a break in the state he was in. The music, the more positive and warm of memories even as simple they seemed were returning as stood out atop the battlements listening to the violin playing of Serenity, while looking out to the evening sun and snow topped mountains that surrounded Skyhold.

It was a relief In of itself.... Perhaps tonight would be a restful eve.

Before too long Numerious turned on his heel, looked out onto the grounds in notice of the others. Raising his brow in observed thought, before nodding with a small smile keeping his troubles hidden like always and moving down the steps, boots clapping one by one against the stone as he returned to the company of others.

Quietly standing amongst them and looking on as they spoke with one another and some played with Bell, Juliana and Venora.

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[SerenityAngel]

Serenity was not planning on an audience when she plaid her violin and immediately stopped when she heard Keenan's voice compliment her performance. "Sorry. I didn't mean to play so loudly." she said and brought her violin from her shoulder to inspect it. The white powder from the bow being pulled across the strings so much dusted under the strings on the body. She was not used to praise and didn't know how to really respond to it except to stop and not do it again in front of people. She had gone back up to her room to practice more solitarily but she had left the door to her balcony wide open so her music traveled outside her room through the keep.

She carefully cleaned her violin with a special cloth and polish to maintain her beloved treasure. The one item she chose for herself to keep and learn about. Everything else she had been forced to learn and practice. She sat down in her chair and left her window wide open so that the air could keep the room fresh in sent and clean. She took good care of her belongings, what few there were. She decided to practice another score since that was only one and she judged herself a bit harshly, thinking her tempo was off and her fingers were rusty from lack of use. Her fingertips had become a bit calloused from using them in such a way that they had become accustomed to the strings and how they felt and worked against her touch. She brought the violin under her chin again and began a second melody to sharpen and hone her skill so that she would sound better and become better and more skilled with this delicate instrument. She had no idea of the audience she had acquired even without being watched really. Her music apparently reached beyond where she intended for it to.

Tasuki smiled as he let the little ball of fur run through the room to get its bearings more and explore its new home. His hands were gentile and soft, though calloused, with the small creature. He could not help but laugh as the small kitten pounced on the little dust floats in the air of the sunlight and whatever string it could get its tiny little claws on. He didn't even notice that someone was peeking into his room through his window. Nor that the person was the Avvar woman whom had shown up only a few days ago.

He held the small kitten in his hands and against his chest to let the little thing purr and rub against him happily before going to attack his red hair and whatever strands it could grab. He could not help but chuckle at it. His laugh was deep but gentile and sweet as if he were a child in a grown man's body. Like this, you would hardly think him a dangerous warrior. He eventually froze when his golden eyes looked at his window and saw Kyra starring at him on his balcony. Well, at the kitten to be more precise, but still. He watched as the girl's eyes scanned his room and how he had decorated it and took pride in his furs and the warmth of the room. He was honestly shocked and stunned that he could not even say anything for the longest time.

After a good while Tasuki's stunned face turned into a warm smile before turning his attention to the kitten and speaking softly, "Hey, Snowfall, I think you have an admirer. Would you like to meet her?" he asked the little creature and it responded with the cutest, high-pitched, soft sounding meow ever heard. It's blue and green eyes looked from the blood-red locks of hair to the window then back to playing with the wild, living strings. Tasuki carefully and gently grasped the baby cat in his large hands and brought it to his chest and secured it with one hand while he stepped to the window and opened it with his free hand. "You know, you could just ask to pet her." he said with a small taunt in his voice and a kind and warm smile on his lips, meaning he was only teasing a little bit but was also sincere. He offered to let Kyra pet and even hold the little mewling thing.

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[SilverFlight]

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Keenan chuckled at Evelyn began to pick grass from his elegant new tunic. "I'm afraid I'm a lost cause Lady Faux." He said in a mock-remorseful tone.
"This is why I can never have nice things."

He listened to Max silently. "I'm sorry," Keenan said upon learning the fate of the inquisitor's wife, he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"You don't have to worry about Blue inquisitor, the dog's always known how to control her strength. With me she just chooses not to." He gave the other man a grin before his expression turned to worry as he watched Vunora climb.
"Please be careful!" He fretted unnecessarily. "If you fall I don't know if I'll be quick enough to catch you. And Juliana, don't get any ideas. That's dangerous."
Keenan watched as the Tevinter mage joined them, and offered the man a pleasant smile. "Are you keeping well Numerious?"
As he kept an eye on the playing trio of Juliana, Blue and Vunora he looked down occasionally to read a few sentences of the tevene book he had taken from the library. There were some very detailed full-page drawings and these he studied with interest.
Blue had taken to barking at Vunora who now sat out of reach, adding to the general chaos of the scene.

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• Oenanthe
• Jun 6, 2017

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Keenan's warning only made her burst into laughter. He should see the trees she had climbed before, a little rooftop was nothing. At least this was flat and didn't shake when she moved or the wind was blowing. " Falling is unconcerning, Im outnumbered!" She yelled as she continued to volly debris from the rooftop down at her attackers, always being careful to never actually hit them with it.

Well... except for Blue who would purposely run AT the sticks rather than away, thankfully though she almost always just caught them in her mouth.

Max watched on with his arms crossed and a smile plastered on his face. " Yeah! Yeah of course! Where is Miranda, she is more than welcome to join us here. I almost forgot she was here actually, she's been so quiet." He didn't want anyone to feel unwelcome or left out of the casual merriment. It must have been so isolating to be a young princess whisked away from her country and brought to a scruffy military fort in the middle of the mountains.

" Well, I think Juliana and I better go. She needs a bath and we both need to get dressed for tonight's party. Come on June-Bug!"

"But Papa!"

" Don't worry, you'll see both of them again very soon." He didn't plan for Juliana to be there long as it wasn't starting until dusk and she had to go to bed- not to mention the drinks would be flowing.

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