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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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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. ]