𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇, hears a voice, & jolts awake again with a start, a verbal gasp escaping him. ❝ shit——huh ? ❞ eyes pry open, heavy & bleary from sleep ; vic feels like he’s only JUST fallen asleep, & judging by the semi-active sounds of skyhold that still linger in the air, he can at least deduct it hasn’t been very long.
❝ i … what ? ❞ he speaks groggily, voice bordering on annoyed for having been woken. his head shakes somewhat as he pulls himself back to consciousness, trying to recall what it is the stranger had said to him——something about the dark, & snow ? maker, he hopes it doesn’t snow ; his coat only goes so far as a blanket. he’s cold enough as it is, every night. though——its easier to deal with, when he’s not being woken to know he’s cold.
thinking of this, it finally dawns on him why he’s been woken, ( sleeping on benches is not normal ; he forgets, ) so he rubs his face once, before looking up at the stranger, trying not to appear grumpy. ❝ snow——right. i’ll uh … have to go inside here in a bit. ❞ as always, he LIES through his teeth ; though sleepiness is a wonderful mask to hide it, as is the chuckle he adds. ❝ thanks, though. wakin’ up buried in snow wouldn’t be very fun, aye ? ❞
"Oh, that’s certainly ONE way to put it.”
She chuckles, weight shifted to a single leg. She has to clutch the pristine edges of her borrowed book a little closer to her chest when a breeze chills her to the bone. Born and raised Fereldan but still so very susceptible to the COLD... “I’d say it’s bad enough without the snow.” Chapped lips stretch into a wide if sheepish smile, pride swelling in her heart when her teeth don’t chatter.
“I DO apologize for disturbing your sleep.” He seemed a bit... grumpy. “The gardens are wonderful, so I’m not surprised to see others come here for a nap.”
“But you SHOULD go inside. Staying would be madness.” She nods, that same sweet smile still present. “I would offer to accompany you but...”
She looks worried for a moment. Warm eyes, practically black in color, wander beyond the stranger’s seated figure, resting upon the flowerpots of crystal grace and dawn lotus thrashing in the wind. Nalaya's no herbalist but even she knows of their medicinal properties ——— it seems downright irresponsible to leave them out here, to simply EXPECT them to survive the snow. Nalaya returns her gaze to him, startling from her thoughts.
“Well, the plants can’t walk themselves inside can they.” The warden chuckles, already moving away from him. “It was nice to meet you, uhm...?” He never mentioned his name, did he? Did SHE?
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