[Not long after Sabriel's letter to the council, Korrin has some questions. And she doesn't know or care about Nathaniel, so she'd rather seek out those among their number that she knows best.]
How exactly do the Grey Wardens plan to handle Anders being a known abomination? He's not just a man with a huge body count, he's also a man whose presence is a continued danger to everyone. If he were a regular criminal, I'd almost understand the reasoning for taking him back. But he's not.
[Several days prior to the ball, while Sabriel is working her beautiful fingers to the beautiful bone in Skyhold's library--or presumably her fingers, since Scipio is entirely clueless as to what would be done in a library besides reading but, really, who could spend so much of their time reading; surely a book does not take that long to read and, so, she must be working in some other way--but during her library hours, Sabriel will hear, from outside the library, the whinny of a horse.
This is probably not that unusual. People ride horses, in Skyhold. What is unusual is the proximity of the whinny, which will sound quite close.
This is because the horse is quite close, in fact right outside the door to the library, right below the windows. Truly, there is no finer steed in all of Skyhold as this horse. A powerful beast, muscular in the flank and chest, defined sharply beneath his copper-colored coat, which has been brushed to a shine so great it looks nearly burnished. His form is draped in a brocaded caparison, midnight blue with accents of lighter blue and threaded in silver that catches in the sunlight. This is a horse of which poetry would be written, to say nothing of his rider: Scipio Marvallo, the Marvel himself, dressed to match in deep blues and silvers and greys.
Yet, despite these colors, these are not the clothes of a simple Warden. No: these are the clothes of a man who knows how to dress, who is not afraid of color or the deep cut of a shirt, not afraid of silks, or velvets, or of selling some secret gemstones in order to dress as well as he is. Across the back of the horse, the flow of his cloak has an artful drape to it, one that is not lost even as he wheels his steed around to pace back in the other direction, peering up at the windows as he calls:]
I have been informed that Warden Hansen was captured in the Approach. I felt it appropriate to pass the information on, in the event you were not aware.
( brisk and brief. it does not invite query as to why she was informed in the first place. )
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How exactly do the Grey Wardens plan to handle Anders being a known abomination? He's not just a man with a huge body count, he's also a man whose presence is a continued danger to everyone. If he were a regular criminal, I'd almost understand the reasoning for taking him back. But he's not.
an invitation to the prom
This is probably not that unusual. People ride horses, in Skyhold. What is unusual is the proximity of the whinny, which will sound quite close.
This is because the horse is quite close, in fact right outside the door to the library, right below the windows. Truly, there is no finer steed in all of Skyhold as this horse. A powerful beast, muscular in the flank and chest, defined sharply beneath his copper-colored coat, which has been brushed to a shine so great it looks nearly burnished. His form is draped in a brocaded caparison, midnight blue with accents of lighter blue and threaded in silver that catches in the sunlight. This is a horse of which poetry would be written, to say nothing of his rider: Scipio Marvallo, the Marvel himself, dressed to match in deep blues and silvers and greys.
Yet, despite these colors, these are not the clothes of a simple Warden. No: these are the clothes of a man who knows how to dress, who is not afraid of color or the deep cut of a shirt, not afraid of silks, or velvets, or of selling some secret gemstones in order to dress as well as he is. Across the back of the horse, the flow of his cloak has an artful drape to it, one that is not lost even as he wheels his steed around to pace back in the other direction, peering up at the windows as he calls:]
SABRIEL!
it's as beautiful as i imagined
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sending crystal. drakonis 8, late evening.
( brisk and brief. it does not invite query as to why she was informed in the first place. )
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