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[foxsays]

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[elegiaque]

Maedhros - the red-haired one.

( She hadn't even realised they came other than blond, so there's that. )

We'd quite like to know the other name as well - but anything you can observed. I'm very grateful.

[foxsays]

[Not so foolish to say the name aloud when there are too many people who might stroll past on her end to ask why she's saying it, she mouths it instead. Makes sure to remember it. He'll stand out better to her eyes as is, very tall and with red hair, easy enough to find.]

Should I be keeping my distance from them? Some people are best observed that way, others you do it better sitting down, talking with them, sometimes both.

[elegiaque]

Go slowly and use your best judgment. They're too much the unknown right now, which is entirely the problem.

( Gwenaëlle is inclined to trust what she's seen of Araceli's instinct; the fact that she's been with this group of the Inquisition so long without her name coming up to her before is in itself something of a recommendation. Most of the people she's heard of, it's because they did something.

Competence is never rewarded with anything but more work. It is what it is. )

Thranduil means to approach them when you all return. Better not to have to do it blindly.

[foxsays]

There are Qunari - true Qunari, allied to the Qun Qunari - and scaled jungle cats here. We fought a kraken and sea serpents. The unknowns stack up.

[They don't know how exactly they're getting back but some worries are best served on what can be done in the moment or the more immediate future, the bigger ones to fuel that. Keep going fishing, keep taking notes, keep the fire burning because you know how to build little driftwood pyramids. Better that than wonder if they'll ever get back.

(She'd row back herself with anyone else who fancied the trip if she's trapped with everyone here. With the prospect of another Galadriel.)]

If time allows, I might be in touch before we return to Kirkwall.

[elegiaque]

( Despite the fact she holds the crystal momentarily against her bosom, Araceli can probably still hear her muffled fuck. )

If it doesn't, the household will know to expect you whenever's convenient after. ( This once, a noblewoman who actually means when is convenient to Araceli and not simply get here posthaste; there's so much to juggle, so much work. )

And there'll be brandy.