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# 𝔰𝔱𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱 - mumu for @thedasfm. penned by bobbie.
𝔩𝔶𝔯𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 - 28 , healer for the inquisition . intro , threads , board .
who: lyra & anyone ( open )
where: the great hall
when: 18 solace, 9:41 dragon, evening
the party had been a great success. it had been more fun than she could have expected ... and then it had all come crashing down around them. the reality of their world came back to them all in an instant and lyra hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since the announcement came. she still hadn't come to a decision yet. would she stand alongside her people? would she help them? or would she stay home and hide? she still had no idea what she was going to do as she sat at one of the trestle tables.
her head was in her hands as someone sat down near to her. slowly, lyra lowered her hands to look at them. she let the silence sit between them for a moment. she wondered if they were struggling with the thought of what to do as much as she was. " will you be going, do you think ? " lyra questioned, before she could think better of it. " i'm not sure that i could bare to stay behind. "
Plucking fruitlessly at the trailing fabric as if he might be able to miraculously fuse the ruined fibres back together, Connor glances up when he hears a woman's voice from beside him. "You would do that?" He asks, a furrow of confusion materialising between his brows, "Why?" It's not as though they know each other - perhaps if they did, she would feel differently about offering him her help.
"I wouldn't wish to take you away from the celebration. It's my mess, I ought to take care of it myself..." But he already knows it's beyond his capability to fix. For the first ten years of Connor's life he lived as a nobleman, and for the rest, he's lived as a cloistered mage - he's never learned a trade, or really any valuable skills. Useless, whispers an icy voice at the back of his mind.
at his second question, lyra was a little taken aback. she knew that this world could be harsh - she had seen that first hand - but she hadn't realised how distrusting some people might be because of it. " why? " she repeated before she shrugged her shoulders, " well, why not ? this place is all about coming together, right ? i'm happy to help. "
she couldn't help a small chuckle escape as he continued and she was quick to shake her head, " maybe you would be doing me a favour, hm ? perhaps this whole thing isn't exactly up to everyones tastes... " it wasn't that she didn't like the party but more that she just didn't feel quite right there. she felt a little out of place. at least helping him would make her feel a little more settled. it was something she was more used to.
⋰⏆◝ノ 𝔹𝔼ℝℕ𝔸ℝ𝔻 𝕍𝔸𝕊𝕂𝕀ℝ ⤐ lyra fernmore .
"𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂, 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴." and here he thought it was far too early in the day for anyone to possibly have had too much to drink. what is it she's doing with her eyes — ? "no sherry. the cider's been — " his brow furrows and he gestures around the room, vaguely to the general area behind her. "out. about. getting drunk — for hours now." he frowns thoughtfully. "actually, it might be done already, if you've not had any yet. sorry, girlie." an idea hits him as he squats to tap the cask and take a drink. eyes turn up to lyra, still standing over him. he holds the mug out to her, dark liquid sloshing inside. "want to be the first to sample — this stuff?"
her eyes widened as the other spoke. how had she gotten it so wrong? perhaps she was hearing about what she had wanted to hear about and not what it was that he had said. or maybe she had had more to drink than she had first thought. " yes. it would seem like i have. " she nodded with a sigh. perhaps it was merely the fact that this evening was ... overwhelming at best, that led to lyra struggling. as the other continued, lyra reached out to take the mug from him. she took a sip and was quick to crunch up her face at the taste, " what is that? "
Lyra's voice was like a ray of sunshine in the darkness of the courtyard, immediately brightening up Cassian's face as he smiled ear to ear. "Why do you look for me? Is something wrong?" His back straightened slightly and he placed his own cup beside him, as if he were preparing himself to offer her whatever help she might need. Intoxicated as he may have been, Cassian would be ready if she asked.
But then as she threw herself into his arms, he let out a deep laugh, wrapped her into a bear hug and let his body ease once more. "You are sweeter than any honey." He chuckled, pulling her onto his lap. She was so small against his frame, and his arms encircled her tightly and protectively. "You have made me a happy old man by coming to see me tonight, so consider that gift enough." He raised a hand to press a finger against the tip of her nose.
"Now tell me." He pulled back more just to look at her, the ale making it far more difficult than usual for his eyes to focus on the features of her face. "Are you well? Drunk as a dwarf, I should hope. If not, I insist you drink more."
she was quick to shake her head as she heard the others question. the last thing that she had wanted to do was to worry him. " everything is fine. "she smiled, " i was just in search of a friendly face. " she reached to gently place her hand on his arm, in an attempt to reassure him, to perhaps ease any tension which she might have brought with her.
and it seemed to work as she wrapped her arms around him, " thank you ! " she giggled. lyra prided herself on being kind despite everything that she had been through. she was determined to keep that kindness. " you are hardly an old man, cassian. " she gently told him off. " i will only allow that as long as you let me gift you something later on, hm? "
lyra raised an eyebrow as cassian started and she shifted a little in his lap so that she could turn to look at him properly. " i am certainly getting there. though i think you're already succeeding in that, right? as the birthday boy should! "
danyhra herself isn't exactly used to community, either. she can understand the position that lyra is in. when you're constantly on the move, it is hard to build community, build relationships. she's had friends in passing, but never anything all that deep. but now being here… maybe there's a chance. that is, so long as her past is not found out.
she turns to find lyra standing there and her neutral expression quickly turns to a small smile. they aren't especially close, but dany had been growing a fondness for the other woman. she's just so sweet and kind, it's impossible not to like her. she's the kind of person the elf can only hope to be, honestly.
“that's sweet of you,” she says with a light chuckle. “but i don't wanna give you even more work!” still, she looks around the tavern to see if there's anything small and easy that she could pitch in with. “here, wanna help me scrub down the bar? i'm trying to clear all the dust and get it nice and shiny.”
perhaps that was part of the reason why lyra felt so comfortable in danyhras presence. both of them knew what it felt like to be on the outskirts. there was a sort of kindred spirit - even if the girls were different in personality - that lyra had never come across before. she already felt comfortable around the other which was absolutely something that lyra was enjoying.
as the other gave her a task, she quickly nodded. lyra enjoyed being busy. she liked to have a task at hand. at least that way, she could keep her mind off of anything that she had come before. " of course. " lyra smiled as she reached for a cloth of her own, " absolutely no problem. happy to help. "
she set to work. there were a million questions that she wanted to ask the other, a million different things to say but it was like her mind was moving too quickly. eventually, she managed to settle on, "how are you settling in here? "
Now that was a very good question. Lyra and Zevran were of two people of the same mind, he'd also asked the head chef that very question. "Well you see, I asked the Chef and I said, you are a very accomplished Chef I assume, why not you pick the food?" Zevran shook his head. "And then they said to me, Zevran I have never catered a gala for this kind of occasion I was only the understudy in Haven. Then they looked as though they were going to cry, so you see I think the kitchens are very overwhelmed."
Zevran also wasn't sure if all the ovens were functional and judging based on the quality of his breakfast this morning, wasn't sure if they only had oats in the kitchen and they couldn't serve oats at a party. You did not make friends with porridge... well maybe if it was a prison party among inmates you could. "So you know, not only are you helping out some poor overwhelmed staff, you are actually also helping set a standard for what the inquisition could offer." Zevran was really trying to sell how important this really was. He might have been overselling it, he couldn't say he understood the buyers market unless it was for the first two things he was good at. "And you know, the voice of the people and their preference can crumble nations so one's voice is a very important thing Lyra."
" oh ... oh dear. " lyra muttered as she listened to the story of the chef and she wished that there was more that she could do. " well, i hope that they've managed to compose themselves now. the pressure of an event like this ... it must be a lot. how are you coping with the whole thing? " she questioned. was it an attempt to divert attention? maybe a little bit.
she was a terrible cook. the years that she had spent on her own didn't help her lack of cooking skills. she'd gotten by on the most basic of things. and because of that, she said," but i still do not believe that anyone would want my opinion... i'm not sure that i have much of an opinion to give. "
where: the grand hall when: evening, 15th solace 9:41 dragon with: open (0/3)
When Connor’s mother had heard of his invite to the celebration for the newly appointed Inquisitor, she had wasted no time in commissioning a formal set of robes for the occasion, sending them over to his temporary dwelling in Redcliffe Village before he could even try to dissuade her.
The garments are certainly fashionable, slate blue and embroidered in accordance with an Orlesian woman's taste, but they're also damnably itchy, and Connor has spent much of the banquet subtly fidgeting with them, trying to convince them to lie more naturally against his skin. It seems an apt metaphor for his discomfort in this setting - perhaps he should not have come.
He gets up from the table he's been sitting at to see if he can find a mirror and remedy his situation, only to catch his sleeve on something sharp, the fine fabric tearing almost to his elbow with an audible rip. "Flames," Connor mutters, lifting his arm to inspect the damage, "I should've just worn my normal bloody clothes."
" oh. be - " careful was what lyra was about to say but the word quickly died in her throat as she heard the rip to his robes. she chewed on her lip for a moment and wondered if she should give it more attention or if she should avert her gaze.
eventually, she settled on the former.
" i could fix that for you. if you'd like ? " lyra questioned. she gave connor a small smile as an almost second thought - a reassurance. she wanted him to feel, at least, a little bit comfortable. it would give her something to do and that, lyra thought, would be a good thing. it would be a good distraction from all of the business that had taken place in sykhold as of late.
WHEN: 16 solace, 9:41 dragon, start of the second evening of festivities WHERE: The Great Hall WHO: Yvette & open
When the invitation, along with a personal letter from Josie, had arrived by crow, there had not been a second thought on whether or not to travel to Skyhold. It was a both a thrill and a change of scenery in ever darker growing times she needed. But now, as she stood before the heavy wooden door leading into the great hall, she was met with an unfamiliar sensation of nerve. Her breath curled white in the cold air, fingers lingering at the carved handle of her sister's office, the sound of laughter and clinking goblets bleeding faintly through the cracks. It wasn’t like Orlais. Skyhold was raw and unpolished. No courtly masks here, no façade. Not a single indication of a dress code of sorts, sending a noblewoman like herself into a spiral of doubt. The words of the invitation had rung clear in her mind, but the simplicity of them left her unmoored.
She rubbed her palms over her upper thighs, the coarser fabric of her trousers catching against her skin. An unfamiliar sensation after practically spending two years in nothing but the finest silks and lace. But this was not Orlais. Here, silks would only catch the wind and pride would only make her sister’s work harder. She could not, would not, be the Montilyet who turned her nose up at stone and snow.
She was born and bred for politics, then why did this feel so foreign? This place had her consider and reconsider rather she should smile, brightly or a little dimmed, or keep her face calm and unreadable. What mask should she choose, when there was no actual mask to wear? The thought made her lips twitch in a quiet, rueful smile. For once, the world demanded sincerity, and it terrified her perhaps more than deceit ever had. -- She exhaled softly, pushed the doors open, and let the noise of celebration wash over her. With a flash of self-deprecating humor, a charm born of nerves and grace, she stepped forward and spoke; her voice carrying just enough to catch on the air, “I do hope I’ve not arrived too late to catch up to the joyous festivities.” A few heads turned, curious smiles meeting her own. Yvette’s lips curved faintly as she crossed the threshold, the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine chasing away her hesitation. Whatever awaited within Skyhold’s battered walls, she would face it with poise and warmth.
" certainly not too late. " lyra responded with a smile as she looked to the woman who had just entered. she wasn't sure that she knew this woman too well but this was what the whole celebration was for, was it not? " perhaps you are what was missing for the celebrations of a whole. maybe we can have an even better celebration now! " she was rambling. lyra was all too aware of that but she hoped that the other didn't mind too much. perhaps she had, had a little too much socialisation and now she wasn't quite sure how to be around people. either way, lyra sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening in the hopes that the woman in front of her would be kind rather than look down her nose at lyra - she'd had her fair share of those.
when: 15 solace, 9:41 dragon-early morning Where: Infirmary Who: Open to everyone!
Develva hovered by the infirmary. The Dalish had always felt the most at home by her herbs and medicines, so much so she dedicated herself to the goddess of healing. She was curious about the way the other factions healed and if she could incorporate her skills with theirs. Nobody was currently using it as the infirmary still needed repairs, but there were still medicinal herbs and plenty of supplies she could explore.
The only misgiving that Develva could not forgive was the amount of humans present. The druid rarely left Emerald Graves, and having a human lead the inquisition made Develva uncomfortable. She heard a clatter come from the corner of the room. It must be another one of those stinking humans who love skyhold so much. Almost shadow-like, Develva slowly crept to the noise "I would prefer to be alone while I work" The druid took in the new comer with a tilt of her head.
lyra felt a little ... untethered in skyhold. she put a lot of that down to the fact that the infirmary wasn't quite ready yet. she felt like she didn't have her place yet. the not finished infirmary, though, was one of the few places where lyra felt even remotely comfortable so after her morning scavage - which had taken a little longer than typical - she headed to the place. only to find someone already there.
" i'm sorry. " lyra responded, quickly. " i simply wonder if i could offer my services ? i gathered a lot of the things that you are looking at now. perhaps i could help you figure out what you require? " although her words were gentle, there was something beneath them. a sense of defiance. she would not let someone make her feel like she did not belong in the place that would soon become her home.
when: 15 solace, 9:41 dragon - early morning where: battlements next to the herald's rest who: open
Lace was many things a good dwarf should not be; Andrastian, a surfacer, a member of a non-dwarven inquisition. But there was one thing she held strong to and that was she was steadiest when her feet were on the ground. Heights were for the tall folk who didn't come from the Stone. And sure, she'd never been underground but there was something ancestral that told her to stay firmly attached to the earth.
And despite all that, Lace found herself peering over the gaps in the battlement to watch the many people already at work, preparing for the gala. She'd be down there soon enough but for now, she planned to indulge in a quick bout of people watching until the queasiness in her stomach grew too much to handle.
In the early hour, Lace hadn't expected many to be passing through this part of the wall so the approaching steps had her stepping away from the edge. "And here I thought everyone not assigned a task would be trying to rest before the whirlwind of the next couple days."
she took a deep breath through her nose, held it for a moment and let it out through her mouth. a way to ground her. today would be a busy day and she thought that she would need a moment of peace to get her through. she hadn't realised that she wasn't the only one on the battlements.
lyra glanced to the person nearby. she wondered about heading over or not ... ultimately deciding that this time was to get to know people, to speak to those new.
a small smile slipped onto her lips as she realised that the other seemed to think similarly to her. " i have a few tasks that i need to sort but i will get to them soon. i was just -- " she took another deep breath, " taking a moment before the chaos. what's your excuse? "
WHEN: 15 solace, 9:41 dragon, almost midnight WHERE: skyhold's gardens WHO: cassian krenn & open
Cassian had worked wonders that night to prove the true lengths of gluttony. He'd eaten like a king, drunk like a fool, and yet somehow still his belly ached for something he couldn't name. As the midnight hour and the dawn of his birthday crept closer, he wandered ━ yes, wandered, there was absolutely no staggering involved ━ out into Skyhold's gardens to breathe in the night's chill and bathe in the silver light of the stars.
Two flagons of ale in hand and half a pie clenched between his teeth, Cassian dropped himself onto one of the garden's low walls with all the grace of a falling sack of flour. Ale splashed down his tunic as he set the drinks beside him and tore the remaining crust from his mouth, leaning back to study the night sky as if it might hold all the answers he refused to look for.
Footsteps stirred behind him, soft against the gravel. He didn't bother to look. "Sit with me." He said, offering one of the flagons outward without turning his head. "It is bad luck to let a man toast his birthday alone."
lyra had been looking for a familiar face. no one in particular but in the sea of strangers, she had hoped that she would see a friendly face. one among them that she felt comfortable with, safe with - which might be why, when she saw cassian staggering in the dark, she decided to follow after him.
though after taking a few steps, she lost him pretty quickly. she wasn't sure if it was just her general fear of being in the dark or if he was more sober than she had first thought that he was. perhaps she was more drunk than she had thought that she was. though just as she was about to start panicking, she heard his familiar voice.
" ah. just the man that i had been looking for. " lyra chimed. her eyes widened as she took in what it was that he was saying. birthday. birthdays had always been a big thing for her family. her parents ensure that they celebrate every year. it had been something that she'd tried to continue in the last ten - by herself. though it was difficult. before she could think better of it - or he could push her away - she wrapped her arms around him. " happy birthday cas ! i wish you would have told me earlier. i could have made you something. "
when: 15 solace, 9:41 dragon, the afternoon
where: herald's rest
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dany had been settling into her assigned quarters when she had been informed of the hasty decision to hold a sort of makeshift ball in an effort to honor the new inquisitor. likely, also, to put out feelers for those who may wish to join them in the inquisition. the elf is still honestly unsure of what has drawn her to their cause, there is just this… inexplicable pull. something deep down telling her that this is where she is meant to be, after everything she has endured.
washcloth in hand, the apostate scrubs at the bar. it'll take a lot more time to get this place to where it used to be, but dany is willing to put in the work. it had been hours of this, trying to make the place at the very least acceptable by the time the guests begin rolling in. the sweat beads at her forehead and comes as a sign for her to take a moment to breathe, so she does just that. leaning on the back bar, she sighs heavily, the ghost of a smile on her lips. turning around, she looks at those who will soon be her coworkers moving things about the space, returning chairs to their rightful place and such.
a sudden tapping along the bar draws her attention though, and she quickly whips her head around to face the culprit behind the noise. “sorry about that. what can i do for ya? we're still getting the place in order, but i might be able to whip something up if you need it.”
lyra was still getting used to being a part of a community again. while she'd been in haven a little while before it fell, she was was still a stark departure from the nomadic life that she had found for herself before then . settling down and allowing herself to rely on people again was something she was struggling with more than she would let on ... but she was getting there. day by day, she felt things get a little bit easier. that was all that she could really hope for, she thought.
it became even easier when lyra was given a list of tasks to complete. it was something to take her mind off of having to put down roots here. today, it was taking her mind off of the fact that there would be a ton of people in skyhold for the celebration - some she might know but most that she wouldn't. she didn't like the idea of it.
and because she was so desperate for a distraction, she had flown through her list. which was what found her tapping on the bar, looking for danys attention. " oh. no. i don't want anything. " lyra spoke quickly as she shook her head, " i was actually here to ask if you needed any help getting ready for the party, dany ? " she smiled a little as she looked to the woman in front of her , " i got done with all of my tasks and have a little bit of time so thought that i might as well help where i could. "
𝐖𝐇𝐎: bernard vaskir, open to all { 1/5 } 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: skyhold main hall 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: 15 solace, 9:41 dragon, late afternoon
"𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃." 𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈. skar emerges from the cellars with a large wooden cask slung precariously over his shoulder, one sturdy arm wrapped around the perfumed barrel, scent of spiced citrus radiating from it and almost strong enough to cover up the stench of cheap booze. "no sherry to be found." he takes a few steps back towards the chatter of raised voices in the hall with little regard for if the inquirer follows him or not. "this tastes almost like whiskey, and there's plenty of ale to be had — that dwarf in the corner is who you'll want to talk with." please, just talk to anyone, anyone but him.
" no cider ? " lyra repeated. the look on her face was one of pure horror. " but why ? ale is all well and good but cider is - it's better. what sort of celebration is it without cider? " it was the most that she had spoke since coming to skyhold and perhaps that could be blamed to the alcohol that was already coursing through her system. " are you sure there's no cider? i could - it would make my night. " she smiled a little as she looked up at him, an attempt at batting her eyelids. " please, sir, please could you just check again? for me? "
When: 15 solace, 9:41 dragon, in the morning Where: Skyhold, Great Hall Entrance Who: Zevran and Whom ever made the mistake of approaching him Status: Open
Zevran blocked the busiest part of Skyhold, the entrance to the warmth. He stood with a journal and a pencil he'd lifted from someone's office. While people were cleaning, decorating and fighting over who got what bunk, Zevran was on duty helping out the overwhelmed kitchen by doing what he did best... second best... no what he did third best! Talking to people.
"Now before you come in from the cold, you must answer this very important and vital to the cause question." Zevran looked at his list trying to guess what answer this person was going to give him. He'd gotten a lot of answers very quickly in this area and most were the same but, he had gotten a few bizzare ones from people who weren't used to being out of the cold. Anything to get indoors.
"What finger food do you think is most important to a party? I am a stuffed Antivan olives man myself but not everyone has Antivan tastes... or so head cook Donatien tells me."
lyra had been busy recently. she shouldn't have expected differently in a place like this and so she'd been up just as long as the sun had been. gathering ingredients, tending to people. doing her best. she hadn't anticipated being stopped by anyone on her way back inside.
" oh. i didn't realise that there would be some sort of test before i'd be able to enter ... " lyra muttered as she dropped her gaze from the other. " finger food ? well, i wouldn't - surely that should be left to those that are organising? that are in the kitchens? what is my opinion truly worth on such matters? "
moodboard: healers
“to heal with herbs and soothe with my touch. i learned wisdom and wariness, and i learned to patiently accept and quietly wait.”
{ ellie bamber . cis female . she/her } hail, inquisitor, and well met! have you met the new arrival? LYRA FERNMORE is a TWENTY-EIGHT year old HUMAN [commoner] from [lothering]. she now resides in SKYHOLD and works as a HEALER FOR THE INQUISITION — i’ve heard it’s lovely there this time of year. on the battlefield, she uses her skills as a HEALER in the service of the INQUISITION. in the war, she supported the [templars] and now [supports] the inquisition, which makes sense, as she can be quite [resilliant] and [impressionable]. everyone keep your wits about you, now — rumor has it that LYRA once [ was able to escape a dawkspawn attack after one of her tinctures was made into a bomb. she still does not know how she did it and has yet to repeat it ]. ⋰⏆◝ノ [ pinterest ] ⟣