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starhuevalley2018-07-16 09:23 am
peltiferous) wrote in starhuevalley2018-07-16 09:23 am
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first shield - action
action ;;
[ If there was one person you weren't expecting to see normally stepping off of the bus, it would definitely be a kitted out woman who looks like she could actually slay a dragon. Spoilers; she can.
The bus was a...trifle. She didn't bother to understand it, assuming it was only part of the 'sabbatical' experience. The stress of building up the Seekers again had started to become too much, making her ill, and on the recommendation of her peers and the Inquisitor, she decided to take a break. However, this was not the countryside she imagined.
Things had...changed quite a bit on her ride over. So excuse her shock as she marvels momentarily. Catch her by surprise. But cover your face if you do. ]
action ;;
[ Finally having found her farm, Cass is still a bit overwhelmed. She didn't expect such a big plot of land, but she certainly isn't complaining. It's a beautiful plot. In fact, she's much happier with it than she lets on, but, first things first. The armor is discarded outside, left to dry in the sun from the sweat of the season. She's cleaning up inside and out in only her undershirt and breeches, dusting, sweeping, and so on. It's something you'd never imagine her doing willingly. It's more therapeutic than you'd initially think for her; she can focus on small, menial things instead of big one.
She might be dusting out the rugs, or she might be in town looking for candles to set her altar up with. Still, she's a bit more calm now, and likely more approachable than before. If you can get past her resting bitch face. ]
[ If there was one person you weren't expecting to see normally stepping off of the bus, it would definitely be a kitted out woman who looks like she could actually slay a dragon. Spoilers; she can.
The bus was a...trifle. She didn't bother to understand it, assuming it was only part of the 'sabbatical' experience. The stress of building up the Seekers again had started to become too much, making her ill, and on the recommendation of her peers and the Inquisitor, she decided to take a break. However, this was not the countryside she imagined.
Things had...changed quite a bit on her ride over. So excuse her shock as she marvels momentarily. Catch her by surprise. But cover your face if you do. ]
action ;;
[ Finally having found her farm, Cass is still a bit overwhelmed. She didn't expect such a big plot of land, but she certainly isn't complaining. It's a beautiful plot. In fact, she's much happier with it than she lets on, but, first things first. The armor is discarded outside, left to dry in the sun from the sweat of the season. She's cleaning up inside and out in only her undershirt and breeches, dusting, sweeping, and so on. It's something you'd never imagine her doing willingly. It's more therapeutic than you'd initially think for her; she can focus on small, menial things instead of big one.
She might be dusting out the rugs, or she might be in town looking for candles to set her altar up with. Still, she's a bit more calm now, and likely more approachable than before. If you can get past her resting bitch face. ]
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Good to see you again.
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It would seem so.
[ Cass approaches him just as cautiously, offering a hand. ]
You as well.
Please tell me it wasn't the Inquisitor who sent you here.
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I won't tell you then. [ Smooth. ] Let's just say a few people made the suggestion more than once. So, here I am. For however long.
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Of...course.
[ It's odd, to appear to him in this way, she feels quite naked without some kind of armor on. But, no complaints; it's still quite hot out here. ]
I imagine then that this must feel very familiar to you. You are from a farm, originally, yes?
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It's a little nicer than Honnleath, but close enough. I'm not unfamiliar with the terrain.
[ He motions to the work she's done so far, his other hand resting idly on the pommel of his sword. Glad for that, at least. ]
I take it not much relaxing will be done if my farm is in the same shape as yours, though. Do you need any help?
'sorry for slow tags' tags here instead
[ She follows his motion, and looks sheepishly at the brush she's cleared. ]
Perhaps some. Not tilling, but...raising. My knowledge is severely lacking. I'd resigned myself to growing whatever it is that simply does so instead of actually expecting any crop.
I can offer my services elsewhere for money should I need it.
wow what a mood
It's been some time, but I could scour my memory for what you might need. [ And probably make a visit to the shop in town that he passed earlier. Chances are someone there might offer some advice to jar his memory.
After a moment, Cullen starts to take his gloves off, apparently intent on assisting now if necessary. Also, it's fucking hot. ]
If you happen to find something suitable, I may think to do the same.
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[ There's a momentary look of confusion on her face, as he takes off his gloves. She's flattered, truly, but holds her hand out in a motion to stop him. ]
Please, Commander. I am sure you have your own to tend. Not to mention, you'll exhaust yourself in this heat wearing that.
I do appreciate it.
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A good thing I had planned on taking it off. [ Maker help him. It's only logical that he takes the armor off, lest he sweat to death under the metal. Surely Cassandra has seen him shirtless out in the training yard with the recruits as well — it's for the sake of his health, not anything more. ]
I'll have to insist. I don't mind doing the work, and my own farm isn't going anywhere.
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She opens her mouth to protest, but it's Cullen and he's insisting, and normally that...didn't change, no matter how much she would protest. So with a sigh, she relents. ]
Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you.
Here. I'll place it inside, so it doesn't bake out here.
[ Yeah. She can do that. Totally. She'd definitely seen him shirtless (there was a night of Wicked Grace somewhere that had happened) and it didn't phase her one bit. Colleagues are colleagues. ]
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He would not be smirking if he knew of her recollection of that game. He often tries to forget his shame. ]
I appreciate it. [ He'll give her that much, even if a part of him wants to just do it himself. He makes quick ( or as quick as one can in heavy armor ) work of undressing and handing each piece off to Cassandra as necessary. When it's all said and done, he remains standing there, chest bared to the world. ]
Direct me where you need me.
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Of course. Nothing like trying to pick it up in the dead of summer without gloves.
[ There's a story there, surely. Still she retreats to place it in her home alongside hers, where she thought perhaps constructing a rack for it to dry on would be a good idea. ]
Wherever you wish. I was focusing on the dry brush. In this heat, it's best to lest it start a fire.
After, when it's cooler, rocks and shale. Logs, perhaps as well.
[ There's a thought. She had someone to help her now with that lifting as well. Thank the Maker. Another thought occurs to her, that she should fill her canteen. Now especially, she'd likely be sharing it. ]
I'll get us some water.
[ The personal wells were a small blessing, downright luxurious compared to Skyhold. Retrieving her canteen from the house, still with earshot, her gaze passes over a book she brought.
Oh.
Banishing the thought, she hurries to fill that canteen. Likely beet red. ]
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Right. Best we get started on that, then.
[ He says as she wanders off, blissfully unaware of any internal musings being had within Cassandra's mind; nor any implication of what him being shirtless and offering himself to her might bring. He honestly just wants to help, wants something to do now that he's here because, ha, who takes vacations?
He sets to work not a few seconds later, heading toward the mentioned brush. A quick glance to Cassandra before she retreats has him catching the flush of her cheeks. Mm... probably the heat. Definitely the heat. Maker, it's hot. ]
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I'll start on the opposite side, we'll cover more ground that way, I think.
[ Well, it'd certainly feel faster. ]
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Ah...I'm not interrupting anything...am I?
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Not at all.
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Oh, good! I get tired if I fly too much, so I had to land to catch my breath...
[She pauses, studying Cass for a moment. While Liora hasn't gotten to know anyone here yet, she has gotten a good look at most people. But she hasn't really seen Cass before.]
So...are you new here?
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[ She's still stunned, not sure what to make of this creature. It's vaguely dragon and lizard shaped, but it talks, and seems rather friendly instead of aggressive.
It's beyond strange to her. ]
Take all the time you need.
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[She'll have a seat on the ground, stretching out her tired wings a little bit.]
I'm Liora. I'm...from Sornieth.
[Yeah, for the moment, she'll withhold on mentioning that she's a dragon, even though it's probably somewhat obvious if the stranger was thrown off by her small size. She's all too familiar with the "dragons = automatically evil" mindset...]
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[ A talllllking animal. ]
I've never heard of Sornieth.
You may call me Cassandra.
[ Short. Curt. To the point. ]
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[Liora acknowledges the name. She doesn't mind short and to the point.]
So...have you done farming before? I've lived in the Viridian Labyrinth, where the Gladekeeper makes the plants thrive with her magic, so I don't know much about farming like humans do...
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No never. I am a warrior by trade, typically. A bodyguard almost.
[ Okay, it's killing her, she has to ask. ]
Forgive my, err, ignorance. I'm unsure as what you are, and it's stinging me not to know. This place is normal-looking, however, you're...quite an interesting creature. To say the least.
[ 'idk what u are and it's bothering me' ]
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[And it makes her wish she could be stronger, but being a caster, she wouldn't be able to classify herself as a warrior in any case.]
[Ah, the moment of truth. Liora feels somewhat reluctant, but she can't deny what she is.]
I'm a dragon. A Fae dragon, to be exact...
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....Okay.
It's not what she expects of a dragon....at all. Sure. Okay though. Dragon. Talking...not dragon looking dragon. She'll do her best to go with that. ]
....huh.
[ THAT'S ALL SHE CAN MANAGE ]
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And then, well.]
--sorry, can you--?
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Yes, of course, this one?
[ Cass is genuinely interested in what it is he could possibly want bee smokers for, but then the idea of the teen being a beekeeper----ah, that made sense, given his build. ]
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Please. Thank you.
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You're very welcome.
Thank you, for being a beekeeper. I'm sure they help everyone here in their own way.
[ A little out of the ordinary for Cassandra, but she'll give the compliment anyways. After all, bees were pertinent to farming. ]
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[For a heartbeat, it's startling. His clear impulse is to all but wrap himself around the smoker, as if uncertain what to do with even mild approbation.]
It's-- new. [But a matter of dedication.] Just getting them... settled.
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Well, perhaps I should get going.
You didn't need anything higher, did you?
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If... you don't mind? There's--
[He needs a moment to glance over his shoulder down the row until he spots the essential oils again.]
--would you mind just-- looking? I couldn't see if there were spearmint up there.
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Not at all. Here.
I believe it may be the last.
[ Pity, it was such a nice scent. ]
What do you use them for, may I ask? I've never seen them before.
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--hm. [A moment of mental sorting, and the sentences string together neatly enough.] Supposed to be good for mites. And mixes of them sometimes make the bees-- happier.