Wrists You’re in such a foul mood when you re-enter the rotunda. You see Solas glance up, as if he’s about to say something to you, and then immediately stop. You storm over to your desk, slam yourself onto your chair so hard that the legs skip across the stone, and fume as you begin to work again. Is it so fucking wrong that you want to learn more about the lost elven heritage?! Is…
Elfy Watching Dennet interact with the cats is more than amusing to you. But the night is only getting colder as it gets later. You have a freezing room to return to, probably as cold as or colder than the barn. You have to pretend to sleep after all, or Solas will get cross with you. Ugh. Solas seems to remember this as well as you’re standing by the exit, sullenly eyeing the freezing rain.…
Lessons The day dawns slow and dreary. It’s thickly overcast, murky grey clouds promising a cold, miserable day. It’s still quite dark because of the thick cloud cover, so you swing by the mess hall for breakfast instead of going straight to the stables. When did you last eat breakfast, anyway? Solas would probably scold you. But no one really needs three meals every day. You’re pretty sure the concept of breakfast/lunch/dinner is entirely arbitrary.…
A Wasted Opportunity The real question, you admit to yourself while actually fetching lunch, is whether or not you can get your hands on Solas’s notes to compare to Servis’s admittedly familiar script, and whether it will be useful to you. Servis’s classical Minrathous shorthand is far from the pre-Blight Tevinter scrawls you remember, and Solas’s is removed from even that. But you have nothing else to use. It’s better than nothing. It’s not as…
Distractions Iron Bull puts his hand on your shoulder, something you don’t quite understand until you come around the corner of a divider and see Krem. When you jolt, Iron Bull’s hand holds you steady, and when your legs go weak, it shifts to your back to keep you from falling. He looks bad. Krem’s bandaged from collarbone to just above his navel, but what really bothers you is the sunken look of his eyes,…
Where’s Krem? “Bull? Where’s Krem?” You don’t like the way none of them are meeting your eye, or the way they’ve all stopped smiling. “Skinner?” you ask, your voice raising an octave. “Don’t mess around, where is he?” “Krem… got hurt pretty bad,” Bull says with a sigh. “He’ll make it, but… Well, let’s just say he won’t be showing up to morning training any time soon.” “Where is he?” you demand, eyes falling to…
I GOT A JOB Y’ALL! It’s part time but should pay enough to pay the bills, which leaves me with three days a week to do other stuff. Unexpectly, it’s social work. It’s kind of a weird story but I interviewed for a driver position and they wound up giving me an assistant social worker position instead due to my English major and experience with social benefits paperwork (due to… being on… social benefits…). It’s…
Homecoming You watch from the battlements until the progression is out of sight, sulking the same way you had when Solas and Cole left for Crestwood. This time, however, there’s no Iron Bull to come harass you and snap you out of your depressed fugue, so you have to pull yourself out of it. It’s too early to head into the rotunda just yet, but you don’t feel like eating breakfast. You wind up just…
Date Night The tavern feels empty, still, without Bull and the Chargers. Maker, where are they? How much longer are they going to be away? They left the same day as you, so it’s been… what, nearly three weeks? They could be gone much longer, you have to admit. Months. Where had they even been sent? You have no idea. You miss them. But right now, you’re a bit distracted from thoughts of Bull and…
Powerful Women It’s time to deliver this missive to the person you’d been putting off… Seeker Pentaghast. The last time you’d spoken with her, she’d point-blank asked if you were a mage and then quizzed you on your friendship with Cole. You’re not really looking forward to speaking with her again. If anything, she’s more dangerous to you than even Commander Rutherford. Your own personal thoughts on the impossibility of “retiring” from the Templars aside,…