@smallconcernedelf

She knew where every Eluvian lay. She knew where they each led, the paths between them laid out like a map in her head.

That didn’t mean, however, that she always knew what was waiting on the other side. She did her best to scout ahead, make sure there would be no unpleasant surprises, but even one as careful as her could make a mistake.

She was leading a group of elves through the Emerald Graves to a different mirror, one that would take them to Val Firmin, where the supplies they carried were sorely needed. Food and blankets for the children of the alienage there. Her foot got caught in a rabbit snare, though, and she fell before she could catch herself - rather ungracefully, admittedly, and she looked around as she stood and brushed herself off.

Gwyn had been running back and forth from the strange deserted library near the vault to the actual library all day. His job at the moment was to gloss through the books down there and move relevant ones up to be cataloged into the library. Which, he didn’t know who he had angered for such a job considering his track record with stairs. He already had a lot of bruises on his shins and arms from the multiple times he had tripped going up and down.

He was currently heading down the stairs near the kitchen, sighing as he walked. He thought about Mari, and how she had fallen in with Leliana’s spies as an assassin. At least she got to do something a bit more helpful. He was stuck looking through books and getting startled by the occasional spider. He really should have been paying attention though. At his next step his foot slipped off. With a curse he flew forward and crossed his arms in front of his face, fully expecting more bruises.

“Confidence comes far faster to the hand than the heart but- Why? When wit serves one, why not he other?”