ooc: now that replies are done over here i will be hanging out at harrowiisms for the day. still trying to develop her further and get her interacting with more people! don’t be afraid to drop urself in her ask box uwu
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ooc: now that replies are done over here i will be hanging out at harrowiisms for the day. still trying to develop her further and get her interacting with more people! don’t be afraid to drop urself in her ask box uwu
Forgot word about the Dalish. Now she was ASKING if Sera knew how to use a bow? What was silent at first filled quickly with an obnoxious amount of laughter ‘You askin’ me if I know how to use a bow? That’s good!’ She’d call herself the best if she was t h a t arrogant.
‘I do hope you’re teasin’ –’
Anwyn smirked a bit at the other girl, crossing her arms over her chest.
“And if I wasn’t teasing? You’d have no choice to show me how good you are if you valued your pride.”
And if she didn’t, the Dalish would be evermore curious. She’d wanted to see how different shooting a bow was to how she’d seen it growing up.
“Oh, I suppose - in Orzammar we didn’t seem to lack for colour really. So much was tinted red, from all the lava, you know? And in the Diamond Quarter a lot of the buildings had gold inlaid, so that burned with this deep orange hue as well, oh, it was such a beautiful thing to see, not that I got to go there a lot, but there were occasions were my dad sent me to deliver an order or run an errand. But the green sure is pretty!”
“I’m looking for something called Devil’s Snare? And then fresh strawberries, if we have them - I lost a bet.”
“Orzammar sounds amazing, though I don’t think I’d be comfortable being underground for so long. Being raised under the sun and sky would make it harder knowing they weren’t above me.
But! Devil’s Snare? I’ve heard of that, sure, can probably find a few herbalism books in the library to tell us what it looks like. And strawberries should be too hard to find, right?”
Josephine doesn’t have the heart to go on. She remembers what it feels like, to be told that anyone could end up becoming someone else’s tool if they weren’t careful, although in a way, everyone was using, or being used by, someone at any point of time. Such are the perils of the Grand Game.
However, they are deep within the Frostbacks now, hundreds of miles away from the glittering courts of Orlais. The Game’s reach has not yet been felt in Skyhold, but Josephine has already received letters from the more curious and adventurous ones who have declared their intentions of paying a surprise visit to the Inquisition. It would arrive, eventually, and the best she can do is to at least arm the Inner Circle with precautions.
“I wish that no one in the Inquisition will have to deal with this, but alas, if we are to withstand this… Corypheus we will need Orlais’ help.” Josephine breaks into a wide grin, hoping that it would alleviate her worry. “Fret not, my lady. It will be some time until our men are able to secure routes to Skyhold. For now, the snow and altitude will keep the hounds at bay.”
Anwyn smiles gently back at Josephine, deciding to push her worries to the side--at least for a little while. She didn’t need to work herself up like that, make herself constantly nervous and looking over her back. It’d do her--nor her brother--any good if she worried herself sick.
While Corypheus was a major threat, there was that old, ancient grudge she and her brother had against Orlesians. Considering how the history of the Dalish and Orlais intertwined, it was understandable. She supposed that in order to get the world she loved back, that past animosities would have to be forgotten for the time being. For the better good.
“As long as Skyhold can protect us, I’m sure we’ll be fine,” she says, talking mostly to herself than to Josephine, “If it could survive all these years, then it can survive a couple more, right?”
ooc: im at my dad's house for the weekend so replies will be a bit nonexistent unless i can get on my sister's computer
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ooc: i made my first ic post on harrowiisms if anyone wants to reply uwu
‘I was just curious, jeez –’ & she was. While the staff was noted on her back, it did not mean she could fight. Of course that was silly to say, but Sera has said silly things before. & of course she was not here to fight, they were already lost - why add to the tense air? The river was all about they had right now & while steps are slow, the drive within her was eager.
‘You tellin’ me you never been out ‘ere?’ She questions, trying to strike SOME conversation, ‘I mean, aren’t those your people? Or, I mean – I dunno how that Dalish stuff works, y’know.’ & she didn’t, truth be told.
“ They’re my people, yes, but the Dalish don’t actively find each other out, “ Anwyn explains, “ My clan has never left the Free Marches in my time, just as the clans here probably never wandered too far from the Plains. “
“ And tell me --- can you fight ? I know a bow is an honorable weapon, but what really matters is the person behind it. “
If her tone came out as rude or teasing, she took no notice.
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“Hey, um, you there - do you know a lot about herbalism? I’ve been looking through the garden for ages, but I can’t seem to find what I need, but I still sometimes have trouble telling one plant from the other, I don’t really know how you surfacers do it. Us surfacers, I should say, I am one too now, but my focus has lied elsewhere for the most part. It gets confusing. Everything’s so green!”
“’Everything’s so green,’” Anwyn quotes, laughing a little, “It’s better than everything being brown or barren, though, right? But I do know a bit about herbalism. What kind of herbs are you looking for? I can definitely help you with that.”
magic is a gift
UNTIL IT’S A SHACKLE
magic is a gift
UNTIL IT’S A SHACKLE
She lets out a chuckle of her own. “Frankly, I don’t think that it is something that any one of us is used to. But he’s not the only one whose attention will be vied for.” As the laugh dies upon her lips, Josephine’s expression turns into a serious one.
“The eyes of Thedas will not just be fixed upon your brother, my lady, but on yourself as well. And you have chosen to remain by his side, even. Many will observe you with the utmost interest. Some of them may not have the best intentions at hand. Some may use you to get to the Inquisitor, lace their ulterior motives with sweet words and lavish praises.” She purses her lips–maybe it is too early to dispel the illusion by speaking of such grave matters.
The elf is a bit taken aback by the ambassador’s sudden change in demeanor, but she listens to her with the utmost attention. She had never given any thought that the possibility of her being used like that; never given any thought that she could be a potential weakness for her brother. The thought almost made her sick to her stomach.
“I . . . can’t say those likelihoods ever came to mind, but you make an excellent point,” she answers honestly, furrowing her brow in thought, “I suppose now I’ll have to be more cautious than ever. It goes without saying that I will try my best to be wary.”
ooc: after 9 straight hours of theme searching, html coding, and writing, i made a blog for my warden.
here u go.
i’ll be hanging out over there for the day if anyone wants to do a thing.
ooc: after 9 straight hours of theme searching, html coding, and writing, i made a blog for my warden.
here u go.
ooc: TFW U WANNA MAKE A BLOG FOR YOUR WARDEN.
ooc: i should work on anwyn’s companion quest details but???
“You had a life through, with your clan. But you left it for your brother. This is…confusing.”
“ I don’t really know how to explain it . My clan was, is my home and where I spent my life, but . . . I guess I wanted to see what life outside it was like . Following my brother might just have been an excuse to leave . I don’t know . It is confusing . “