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Ariadne ([personal profile] demonicbeauty) wrote2013-11-16 03:23 pm

Fade Rift Inbox



State your business with Ariadne...

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slaveking: (smirk)

written note;

[personal profile] slaveking 2016-02-22 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[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.

Bought you a slice of pie. Ask Cabot.

— M. Gerard.
unharrowed: (i'm thinking past tomorrow)

Action!

[personal profile] unharrowed 2016-03-29 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

"Afternoon, Human."
colecomfort: (Default)

Action

[personal profile] colecomfort 2016-04-08 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I could still fly. Fly from the fire I didn't know was coming."

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.