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# 𝔰𝔱𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱 - mumu for @thedasfm. penned by bobbie.

𝔩𝔶𝔯𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 - 28 , healer for the inquisition . intro , threads , board .

[stcadfast]

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.  "

[insaticte]

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.

[stcadfast]

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.

[theialen]

⋰⏆◝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?"

[stcadfast]

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?  "

[sanguineos]

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."

[stcadfast]

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!  "

[faatedones]

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.”

[stcadfast]

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?  "

[thebriarskiss]

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."

[stcadfast]

"  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.  "

[insaticte]

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."

[stcadfast]

"  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.

[lladastra]

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.

[stcadfast]

"  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.

[rebxlandroam-deactivated2026052]

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.

[stcadfast]

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.

[lacecndleather]

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."

[stcadfast]

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?  "

[sanguineos]

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."

[stcadfast]

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.  "

[faatedones]

when:  15  solace,  9:41  dragon,  the  afternoon

where:  herald's  rest

— 

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.”

[stcadfast]

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. "

[theialen]

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.

[stcadfast]

"  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?  "

[thebriarskiss]

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."

[stcadfast]

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?  "

[olympianofficial]

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.”

[stcadfast]

{   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 ]    ⟣

ABOUT

full name: lyra aurelia fernmore nicknames: ly gender/pronouns: cis female, she/her age: 28 birthday: 27th haring sexual orientation: bisexual hometown: lothering, ferelden current residence: skyhold occupation: healer for the inquisition family:   cassius fernmore ( father - deceased ), faye fernmore ( mother - deceased ) , bastian fernmore ( oldest brother - deceased - healer. taught his youngest sister everything he knew. ) , melody fernmore ( older sister - deceased - worrier. ) , unnamed fernmore ( older sibling - presumed dead - wanted connection )

BIOGRAPHY

the youngest of four, lyra grew up with the best parts of her siblings - her sisters fearlessness, her brothers attentiveness and attention to detail. she spent most of her days, in the village of lothering, by her siblings side - as much as they would allow. the four siblings and their parents were a tight knit bunch. even as melody - her sister - went on to join the templars, the family remained close.

on the eve of lyras eighteenth birthday, her village was attacked by darkspawn. lyra watched as her eldest brother - bastian - was killed and she was close to being next.

until she recalled something her brother said - 'use this only in dire circumstances' he had told her while the two of them crafted their potions and tinctures together. she had, had a small impression of what it was to do ('chaos' was what he had said) and so when the time came and she was out of options, lyra threw the tincture at the darkspawn. it was just about enough to kill the creature and make her escape.

for the next few years, lyra kept on moving. she refused to allow herself to settle anywhere. she needed to keep moving to keep the devastation of what had happened from catching up to her.

her focus was on her skills as a healer, not on creating connections with other people. she wanted to ensure that she was better, to be more skilled. she never wanted to be in a situation like she was in lothering - where she felt too helpless to do anything useful.

once she believed that her skills were up to scratch, she made her way to haven. she wanted to offer her held as a healer and to try and make things better. she believes that she can help make a difference.

lyra was only in haven a little while when the village was destroyed and they moved to skyhold. she is now - after ten years of loneliness - ready to open herself up to the ideas of a new family of sorts. she is ready to allow herself to make connections with people again.

HEADCANONS

lyra likes to come across as someone who is very sweet. she allows people to think that she is more naive than she is. it's a defence mechanism for her. she likes people to underestimate her so when she needs to turn on them, then they would rarely see it coming.

weapons are certainly not lyras strong suit but she does carry a couple small daggers around with her - just in case. she's had very little practice with the weapons but it's enough. she knows how to handle herself.

one of the few items lyra has from home, is her brothers healer book. it's mostly in his own handwriting of the potions and tinctures that he had mastered. lyra has been trying to ensure her own mastery of these potions - so far, she has only managed about half of the book.

she has a small scar beneath her lip and a couple across her body. while lyra mostly kept herself to herself over the years that she would travel thedas, it wasn't always possible and she would get herself into a couple scraps. she managed to wriggle her way out of any situation, however.

although it's something she has tried to overcome, lyra is still not quite the master of her fears - the main one being darkness. when she was a young child, she would find herself climbing into the bed of her parents or one of her siblings for their comfort. she has gotten better with the fear - she had no choice, really - but there's still a shiver up her back whenever she is greeted with total darkness.