WoA - Castle CreepingSneaking quietly into the castle was the easy task, it was getting around unnoticed in a building filled with servants, nobles, and soldiers that was the problem. Jasehnka looked around, noticing the halls were clearing as everyone proceeded to turn in for the night. She grinned to herself, glad for the training her mother gave her in the art of silence and shadow walking. She entertained the idea of staying in Denerim and training the royal scouts in the ways of the rogue, but the thought quickly left her mind as she approached a nearby window leading out into the training yard. She noticed that the commanders had yet to retire for the evening and they were still training rigorously in the cool night air. Jasehnka watched intently on their sparring match, hearing talk of cupcakes and eveningtide tarts. A sly grin formed on Jasehnka's face as she stumbled across this bit of information.
"Perhaps I can use this to patch things up with the commander." She mused very quietly to herself. S
The Clay ShaperThe trickling sounds of a small stream danced between the trees of the thick rain forest of Seheron as a young Qunari woman walked barefoot through the underbrush. Her dark bronze-grey skin glistened slightly with sweat as the sun beat down on her back. She knelt to the stream and filled her hands, splashing it across her face and silver hair. She smiled as she set a tightly woven cloth lined basket next to her on the bank. She moved both her arms into the bottom of the shallow waters and dug into the soft mud beneath the water's surface. Pulling up arm-fulls of mud, she molded the fresh clay in her hands a bit to test before placing it in the basket. She filled it to the top and washed her arms off before getting up to retrace her steps.
"Hm, I wonder if I have enough sand to temper. I will need to collect more when I return." She contemplated taking up pieces of shells as she lifted a piece of dry fallen wood in her other hand. "And perhaps some more firewood for the kiln." She went
WoA - Royal MeetingJasehnka noted the smirk on the Warden's face as she turned to leave after the royal court, and there she was left, staring into the face of her unrequited affections.
"It has been quite some time." She found herself saying. She immediately regretted not finding something a bit more witty or appealing to say.
"Yes...I remember you." The king replied, recalling their brief meeting in Ostegar. "I was busy being hounded by mages when we first met, if I recall correctly." He added. Jasehnka grinned and leaned to one side.
"Yes, and I believe your response was rather amusing enough to warrant a giggle from me, Alistair." She laughed at the memory. "Oh, my apologies, Your Majesty" Aistair grimaced at the title and frowned.
"Please, you do not have to be so formal. I rather prefer just Alistair." He responded in turn. Jasehnka nodded politely, still grinning like a madwoman.
"Alright, Alistair it is." She looked upon her king adamantly, admiring how he seemed to exude a royal presence
WoA - Sneaky RogueWith a nod to the Warden, the four companions left the training ground to escort Jhiidhas away from the castle. Drake nursed a few wounds but was no worse for wear save for a few open cuts and a possibly cracked bone or two. He would have felt accomplished with his fresh wounds if he wasn't already preoccupied with thoughts of the Qunari woman.
"What does he mean by Tal Vashoth? How could one person hold so much hatred for one of their own kind?" He asked in confusion. He attempted to hide his anger, though it was becoming increasingly clear that he was not pleased by the event. Jhiidhas lifted her hand to her face to wipe away a tear before her companions could see.
"It is alright. The designate of Tal Vashoth is one that I chose to bear. It means one who has left the Qun. Though I would disagree, my people will consider me as such and I must come to terms with that." Jhiidhas turned to Drake and nodded with a forced smile. "I have left to fufill my purpose in the Qun the w