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[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin sighs, partly in weariness, since unleashing her temper for so long is exhausting, partly in contentment at Araceli's touch. She hasn't let many people touch her horns in such a fashion, but for her kadan? Always.]

Alright, no more Deep Roads. And I can't say I know where the Warden mages stand, not exactly. The one mage Wardne friend I have -Sabriel- hardly seems as though she'd support anything Anders did. She's as Nevarran as Benevenuta, and they do Circles differently there. In this case, I suspect it's less mage solidarity and more Anders' friends from Kirkwall pulling some strings.

[Which galls her in an entirely different way, of course. Bethany is a Grey Warden, sister to the Champion. There's no way she couldn't have known about Anders. True, he'd arrived here before her, but the gap between her arrival and this reveal is not insignificant. She had to have known.

That feeds into her somewhat bitter smile as she responds.]

Fair point, we can't come out of this with the Templars looking sane and reasonable. As much as I don't trust the Wardens at this point, I still trust them even less. Benevenuta and Adelaide will likely promote your idea; Vivienne's likely to be even more enraged than I am, given her loyalty to the Circle. But she won't have the power to overturn this decision any more than the council at large.

Ugh, I despise this situation so damned much. The Wardens have gone too far with this, and dealing calmly with them...well, I'm lucky there are those on the council far more diplomatic than I. But I'll keep your advice in mind, kadan. Anders has made a terrible situation even worse, but if something good can come of this, even in the slightest way...we have to seize it.

[foxsays]

[One day she'll go away and come back with pretty things for Korrin, strings of delicate shells with pale grey whorls or dark brown spots, soft pink and gleaming on the inside to weave about them and down through her long hair. For now she moves, up on her knees to kiss the base of each, between Korrin's eyes and then her lips, lingering there until she tucks herself against her side once more. Her thanks is soft, glad to not have to think about the subject of the Deep Roads if she can help it. She shouldn't have gone to read about it after Kaisa's explanation, it only made things worse.]

Lady Thevenet was kind enough to explain a little of Nevarra to me when we first met, the Circles and the Mortalitasi. The Champion's judgement is her own, if friends from Kirkwall listened then it could be loyalty to her and her wishes. I read the book like most here have I feel, for how famed it is, this is a time to go with the politics and to use whatever you can. A tool exists for every task; Leandra can send the others more easily to the fancy parties but if there is a deal going down in a tavern that might be dangerous, I am always the one to go and to report back. Play to your strengths here and none of them can fault you. [Not that she truly knows the advisors beyond reputation, a thing she knows not to trust in fully but it's the best plan to go with. There are always vested interests; no one volunteers for the amount of time and effort involved in a council unless there's something they want out of it.

The ones who do the long hours, collating and organising and disseminating? There are times when they take the task because someone must or they're given it with no choice. The wise ones take it because there are jobs you have to do yourself to make sure they're done well, she'd put money on the latter, even without knowing who does what within the council.]

The sun rises, the sun sets. The moon will wax and wane. The tide rises and falls. Sometimes you have to let the dust settle. So long as he's being watched and the situation is known to all, it means that if he ever slips, there will be a hundred eyes on him. People make mistakes when they're being watched too. I don't know how many chances a man that blows up a building and ignites a war is allowed, I'd be interested in finding out, wouldn't you? [Araceli, after all, is rarely still in Skyhold. She's a strange girl from a rift, what could she possibly know really?] No one wants to turn around and say that the Wardens were treated unfairly either when the Inquisition doesn't really have support and they have such a long and storied history. Whenever you need to rant, come to me, I will always listen and make it better.

[gatheringstorm]

[Now, how can Korrin's mood possibly remain so tempestuous in the face of such affection? Truthfully, it can't. That she's had her moment to vent definitely helps, as that was very much needed, but it's the sensation of Araceli's gentle lips against her skin that bring forth some much-needed calm. Were she less exhausted, the Vashoth woman would marvel at how Araceli has this effect on her. As it is, she's just grateful. There's a soft sigh from her as she gives the tiny rifter woman a gentle squeeze, then she chuckles--a sound she didn't expect to make so soon.]

You and this effect you have on me, kadan. I had the perfect storm of a mood going, and you just had to go and utterly ruin it. That's a rare gift, and one I'll treasure. I wish I could say that it'll never be needed, but...this place has a way of getting to me, sometimes. It's rarely that bad, though.

[Anders just hits a lot of her buttons in the worst way, as she's made abundantly clear by now.]

But you're right; given enough time, it might be that the issue resolves itself before long. Now that people know who he is, what he is, that scrutiny might make him crack. I still don't like it, it's risky given what he is, but it's out of my hands. That's something I'll have to accept, as much as I hate it.

[Reaching up with a free hand, she gently tucks back some of Araceli's curls before running the back of her fingers along the side of her cheek.]

You have such patience, kadan. I know it'll never be my forte, but I admire it in you all the same.

[foxsays]

[If this were home, there would be six young women in a bed, or possibly seven were they in the royal wing with Leandra.]

Some storms can be reasoned with, or sometimes you simply need to navigate your way through the eye of them. Worse will come that we simply have to weather, but I understand what you mean. Why do you think I take the rooftops places? I can avoid much of the chatter that would drive me to distraction, even the tavern hasn't been worth going to for gambling lately.

[Everyone is on edge, that seldom makes it a worthwhile night, when tempers are already frayed.]

We don't know if there were any terms given to the Wardens that aren't being made public either, given that it has a reputation for secrecy it might have asked that that remain the case with this too.

[But she does snort, because patient isn't always a good way to describe her but there are certain luxuries afforded to her at home that she doesn't have here. Or doesn't allow herself to have; how can she trust that the actions of one aren't going to impact on the others?]

If my mother could hear you say such things. Sometimes you have to make yourself wait, a thief knows that, if you don't want to land yourself in trouble.

[gatheringstorm]

Sometimes trouble can be fun...but not the sort this mess would attract. [Censure, imprisonment, whatever else...no, Korrin needs her freedom and needs the outlet that freedom provides. Otherwise, Anders' fate would eat away at her even more than it does now.]

...that's a fair point, about secret terms. I hate the thought; what Anders did was public enough, everything about him should be made public as well. But if the Grey Wardens have a hard-on for anything, it's keeping their secrets close. Nevermind that their secrets could affect the rest of us, especially in this case.

[She huffs at that, shaking her head.]

Would that I had your skill with climbing...and the body type for it. The most I can manage is Fade Step, and that isn't vertical. The thought of rushing around with you in my arms is oddly calming, though. [Sliding around on the ice, under titsicles...it was the best part of Emprise du Lion.]