um.

Bit of a canon adjustment here - Isabela has Castillon’s ship, but he’s dead. I never saw any convincing reason why we could not just murder Castillon *and* take his ship, other than that the game wanted to make us ~choose~ between Doing The Right Thing and Getting Good Stuff. Sometimes, you can have both. 

This is intended to be set in the One Elegant Solution ‘verse, but it can also completely stand on its own.

the wind in my sails isabela/bethany, post-Kirkwall

She feels the wind shift through the bones of her ship, the flapping of the canvas and lines, the creaking of the wood. The Siren’s Fury is more lively in the water now that most of her passengers have disembarked; Isabela didn’t regret taking them on, taking them all to safety out of Kirkwall, but their combined weight had made her ship wallow in the water like a drunken pig.

 Highever fell away on the horizon behind them, the last stop for most of her passengers. They’d let the mages off wherever along the route they wanted to go as long as it was along the way. Some of them still had family around Kirkwall, or elsewhere in the Free Marches, and they’d all trickled off the ship one by one – but a solid dozen of them had had nowhere to go back to. Ferelden with its mage-friendly government was a safer place for a group of refugees than anywhere in the Free Marches, and Highever was a big enough place to have a solid continent of the Mage’s Collective. They’d see to their own, Isabela was fairly sure; in the meantime she had her ship back, cleared of landlubber passengers.

 All but one.

 The wind shifted again as Bethany climbed up the ladder and mounted the deck, looking a little wide-eyed and unsure still as the shore slid back on the horizon and water filled the vista around. She stepped up to the rail and stared over it, gripping the railing, and drew in a breath as though to inhale the whole world.

Fucking Gandalf in a night club: “I play the cat.”

M: …I’m sorry?

Me: Hey, GF, check this out! We’ve got some bees in our garden!

Me: Butterflies, too! Pretty little white ones! Come look at them sitting on the parsley!

Me: I think those are called… cabbage butterflies? I wonder why they’re called that?

Me: (Looks it up)

Me: … 

GF: How rude! Didn’t even wait for the second date!

Me: …

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This stupid strawberry plant: Zis soil… is dirty!

Me: wat

Stupid strawberry plant: Zis soil was used by other plants like ze filthy tomatoes. I am offended. Now I shrivel up and die.

Me: for fuck’s sake–

The damned mint plant: HEY BOSS I SAW SOME TOTALLY BOSS SOIL OVER THERE THAT’S TOTALLY NOT BEING USED BY ANYTHING EXCEPT A STUPID BASIL PLANT SO I’M GONNA SEND LIKE 20,000 RUNNERS OVER THERE.