The Small Things
@xesperanza
𝑅𝐸𝒟𝒞𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐹𝐸'𝒮 castle was a mute witness to the chaos happening all around it and in the outcropping villages that made their lives in its shadow. The Inquisitor had not had a chance to stop for roughly, what she believed was two weeks. Taking on more and more as the requests came in. A widower and a grave. Rumors of a cult. A husband’s panicked pleas for his wife. Tensions with Chantry and Templar and Mage alike. Refugee’s pouring in everywhere and the town was not equipped to handle the needs of those arriving in droves. Some were desperately attempting to continue their day to day lives by refusing to meet the eyes of the refugees who pitilessly begged between grass-roof huts or well built homes. Dogs barked consistently and children or babes cried while the murmur of the grown were angry or desolate. Anthracite had insisted they pitch tents and camp like the rest while here--but either one of her advisers (none of whom would fess up) or the family itself despite her protestations--had cleared a large, round, fereldan home for herself and a few of her trustees. Usually, she had no issues working herself to bits. The more she did, the more likely she was able to sleep the entire night and stay asleep. The influx of mages were making people as nervous as the threat of approaching Templar and Redcliffe’s rumor mill about the Venatori...and worse were growing too loud to ignore. Three arguments had already erupted over her head where she had expressly to bark that the people came first. This evening only a few dogs barked, and only a few children cried. The stars had exploded outward from a night’s clear sky. She could smell the drying fish from the docks slightly, but most importantly the chamomile tea that the elven healer had gratefully given her in exchange for those much needed herbs earlier. It’ll help ease some tension, possibly even help you sleep. Anthy sure hoped so, slouched lazily on a bale of hay outside the door to her hut, she stared tiredly into the faint star-reflection of her cup.