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She wanted to see him, though most everyone had warned her against it. It was dangerous--he was dangerous. But he was also suffering. And it was too much to ignore.

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The air was crisp and cool, a far cry from the warm lands she’d left behind. But she had a warm cloak and a good cause - things far more valuable than the summer sun. The delightful Josephine had recently been in her family’s circles, forging ties and creating bonds with to support the Inquisition - and that of course had led to her speaking to Rynn.

Her family had already pledged some funds to the cause, but Rynn had felt that wasn’t enough - they needed people too. Strong people that knew how to fight, clever people that knew how to be diplomatic, and loyal people that believed in the cause. All things she could provide. Besides, the marble halls of her court had grown tiresome - Rynn was ready to do something that mattered.

And that’s how she ended up here, standing and gazing at Haven, fur-lined cloak covering her shoulders. Red curls peeked out from her hood as emerald eyes took in the surroundings. She’d already checked in and informed the appropriate people she was here, followed by a brief respite of settling into her room. Now was time to explore. 

It seemed the Inner Circle of the Herald was out on a mission, so she had yet to encounter them, but there was still enough to take in that Rynn was likely to be occupied for a while. After a stroll through the cabins and buildings, she found herself exiting the main portion of the city and wandering towards the space set aside for training. It couldn’t hurt to see who - and what - the Inquistion was working with. 

As she approached, Rynn caught sight of several warriors who looked adept enough, but one in particular stood out. From this far away, she could not make out his features, but she could make out his comfort with the blade. He knew what he was doing, and she was already impressed. And he was in the direction she was already walking, so perhaps she could get a closer look at his skills.

While a woman of her appearance would be likely to catch a few curious glances and stares, it seemed the men were focused so much on their training that they hardly took note of her. In some ways that was a relief. It was nice for people to not immediately know who you were.

As the dual-wielder drew closer to the man who had initially caught her eye, her eyebrows knitted together in interest - he looked curiously familiar. His jawline reminded her quite a lot of a certain young noble she rode with for years -- until he was called away to a higher purpose when they were eighteen. His stature was familiar too - could it be, had they been fated to run into one another so many years later?

A few more steps and Rynn was certain - this was her childhood riding partner. A grin spread across her full lips, emerald eyes sparkling. A small bit of excitement had formed in her chest - seeing a familiar face was always welcome, and few things were as delightful as running into a childhood friend. She was close enough now to speak to him - in fact,  as she drew up by his side, it would be odd for her not to greet him at this point. 

His fingers curled around a nearby branch, picking it up off the cool grass. It snapped easily in his grasp, and he fed it to the open fire with a low, pensive hum. The damp wood crackled and spat at him, sending embers swirling into the air, bouncing harmlessly off his skin. The Bull had the late night watch, one he’d volunteered for once it was clear that no one was about to take his shift in exchange for his cooking skills.

At least this way, he’d be able to catch a few hours rest before they set out again in the morning. He sighed into the chilly Hinterland air, watching his breath curl against the dark sky and its bright blanket of stars. He wasn’t exactly cold, but the sight of his own breath drove a shudder down his spine. The Bull shifted a little closer to the light of the fire, wringing his hands together and extending them to the flames.

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

sewing reminds him of his mother, and you’ll often find sewing needles in his desk drawers.

when he hears soldiers training the sound of swords clashing reminds him of his sister because she loves to duel   

Party Banter || Accepting

Isabella: You know Aden.. There was this girl that seemed quite enamored with you when we were last in Orlais.

Aden: And why would I care at this particular moment?

Isabella: Chuckle Because the furrow between your brow lessened at the comment. You will wrinkle prematurely if you continue to be so serious all of the time.

Aden: Sigh Why must you tease me like this when we are on a mission?

Isabella: You need to-- yelp

Aden: That is why I am so serious all of the time. You do not pay enough attention to your surroundings so I have to be twice as vigilant.

Isabella: Quiet huff