OOC: This post is an in-character inbox for anyone wishing to contact the character, Araidne, for faderift. To contact the mun, please PM this journal or send a private plurk to wizera.
[When she next comes into the tavern, the barkeep has a note for her, slipped across the table. There's no wax seal or anything, but its contents aren't incredibly sensitive.]
Ariadne—
Wrote to Cullen Rutherford and heard back. Seems they have a need for your talents and supplies would be ready. No indication that the demands and stigma would follow us there. The leader of their healers is a woman by the name of Adelaide Leblanc. If you want to meet her, I'd be happy to come with. Or I can pitch a few more questions to Rutherford.
While she'd now had plenty of time to get comfortable in Skyhold — she knew her way around the castle, and recognized most of the Inquisition mages by face, if not name — Vasran was not quite ready to be sent out into the field... or, at least, they hadn't seen fit to assign her a mission yet. Left in stasis for the time being, she was somewhat restless, a little bit bored.
But that was only in general. The good thing about Skyhold was, there was always something interesting happening somewhere: something to talk about, someone to talk to. Even lacking that, there was always people-watching.
Vasran was sitting on a crate in the courtyard, idly playing with creating and banishing lightning between her fingertips, when Ariadne passed nearby. Vasran smiled — her would-be twin was a little strange, but not uninteresting.
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But that was only in general. The good thing about Skyhold was, there was always something interesting happening somewhere: something to talk about, someone to talk to. Even lacking that, there was always people-watching.
Vasran was sitting on a crate in the courtyard, idly playing with creating and banishing lightning between her fingertips, when Ariadne passed nearby. Vasran smiled — her would-be twin was a little strange, but not uninteresting.
"Afternoon, Human."
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They hadn't spoken for some time, but he was beside her now: drawn in by the thread of a painful memory.
"The words still burn. There was no time to say 'I'm sorry.'"
Not for her, and not for her mother.
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