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( though pel had not been on the very short list of people adelaide thought might tolerate him long enough to speak on his proposal - there were only two, and only one of them actually on the council - martel takes it upon himself to find out the names of the elven councilors and seek one of them out. he hasn't made a great show of his interest in the elves, but -

they remind him of a part of his home that he misses more fiercely than any other. it is worth pursuing. )

My lady Ashara, ( a recognisable voice, perhaps, from the first meeting of mages, where he had looked down from the library's balcony and contributed when adelaide prompted him to. ) I am Martel. One of the 'rifters'. When you've the time, I have a proposal that I mean to make to the Council and I am seeking the thoughts of those more intimately involved in this world than myself.

I would welcome yours.

I have something of a late First Day gift for you. If you're busy or not at the moment in Skyhold, I can leave it at the library, but you'll not be guaranteed the pleasure of my company.

[ Beleth doesn't want to do this over sending stone. Instead, she leaves a note to Pel to please meet her close to sundown, in the top level of the barn. And Beleth will be there and waiting, sitting on a bale of hay and idly watching people come and go in the barn below. ]

All those years avoiding Templars, all that effort, and now—

[ And now. He lets that hang there; he's pretty sure she knows what he's talking about. ]

A quiet, private sending crystal message.

"Are you all right?"

[ With most of the Inquisition having wandered off- it's high time Lucci had a little sun. And to meet someone near and dear to Zevran's heart. ]

Pel- would you meet me in the garden for lunch today?

Thank you.

Peeeeeeeeel.

With a handful of coins and a winsome smile, one of Cullen's runners is pressed into service delivering to Pel a small package wrapped in soft paper that he's prepared to swear an oath he doesn't know the precise origin of. It contains a baby's gown in the Orlesian style, lacking some of the usual fuss (no lace, a simple cut) but with a family of bears chasing each other painstakingly embroidered around its hem. Silken and soft in dark brown, the fabric is as costly as it's maker is obviously skilled.

[A gift left for Pel via an Inquisition runner; a box of supplies with something of a Chasind feel to them containing vials of oil to be added to baths to aid sleep, tonics to soothe upset stomachs and gums when such times come, and one tunic for an older child with Mythal's vallaslin embroidered on it amidst some other odds and ends. Folded below is fabric to fashion more along or to craft into a baby sling or blankets with feathers and beads of stone and glass for decoration. Wrapped inside a smaller scrap of fabric is a crudely made halla, courtesy of Kieran.]

For the months to come. I have been where you will be, and though you shall not be alone in this, you may have need of this.

Morrigan

Pel... You're an elf.

Pel - I know you are busy with little Sina and with your work - I just ...

[A heavy sigh.]

I have had a dark realization about myself, and my soul is burdened. I can see only one course of action, but it frightens me.

[A fortnight or so after their initial discussion, some poor member of the Inquisition is pressed into service as a courier, and shows up wherever Pel is staying in Kirkwall. The courier bears a large leather document tube, which is presented to Pel with some harried ceremony.

In the tube: the draft for the large decorative medallion, as discussed and requested. There are two versions. The first provides sizing and dimension that will, when crafted, be very large indeed--similar but with the Inquisition's eye symbol in the center, and the wheat motif replaced by a wiggly motif to mimic the current sigil's design. This will hang suspended from some high vaulted ceiling. Neat notes in the margins indicate the materials to be used: it will be GOLD, and the chains used to hold it in place will be gilded so they, too, look gold.

The second set of plans is a simpler design, still with the Inquisition's eye in the center. The notes in the margin indicate that it is to be used whenever possible, in wall sconces, upon the ceiling where chandeliers might hang, in porthole shaped windows.

Enclosed too is a note in the same neat handwriting of the margin notes:]

Mʏ Lᴀᴅʏ Cᴀʟʟᴇᴅ Pᴇʟ -

Eɴᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴛ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ. Wʜᴇɴ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴡᴇ sᴘᴏᴋᴇ, I ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴛʟɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴏғғᴇɴsᴇ.

I ᴀᴍ ʀᴇᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴜɴᴘʟᴇᴀsᴀɴᴛ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ, ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ, ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ. Wᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ.

Dɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ɪᴛ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴ ғᴀsʜɪᴏɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ʜᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ? Aɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴘᴇʀᴘᴇᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ғᴀsʜɪᴏɴ. Iᴛ ɪs ᴀ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ, ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇsᴛ Pᴇʟ ᴍʏ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ INQUISITION, ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ, ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀᴀʙʟʏ ɪɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪssᴜᴇs ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴀʀɪsᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜs.

I sʜᴀʟʟ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛɪᴍᴇ,

Yᴏᴜʀ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ, Vᴀʟ Dᴇ Fᴏɴᴄᴇ́

Madame Pel,

[ she's been hesitant to begin approaching this, knows well the hackles a templar's interest will raise. however, after speaking with morrigan, it's clear the matter cannot wait overlong. better she do this, and risk a private scare, than allow this farce to continue without public explanation. ]

This is Ser Luwenna Coupe, I serve the Inquisition in its relationship with the Chantry. My apologies for the manner of introduction; I am presently within Orlais.

[ that the matter would not wait for her return, that she's had word of it at all so far distant — she knows little of the woman, but trusts she's sharp enough to catch the implications. ]

I trust you have observed the changes within Kirkwall's memorial garden?

How was your trip to the blacksmith?

Serah Pel.

[ it's flat, distant. etcetera. ]

This is Casimir Lyov, I serve the Inquisition's research division. It's been suggested I speak with you regarding a project.

[She wouldn't talk, not over the crystal, but a tired looking Nahariel will appear at Pel's doorstep before she leaves to reach out to take her hands--a surprise, given physical connection is rare for the Dalish artisan, reserved for the very closest companions--and speak hoarsely]

Thank you. For loving her.

[From here]

The truth is that Pel doesn't have that much to pack. Sina, however, does. But because Sina is eight months old, she cannot do her own packing. The curly-mopped little girl has learned to crawl recently, and is getting fast at it, so she has long leads tied around her shoulders and secured to a bedpost. She has an area in which to freely roam while Pel works.

When Cyril arrives, she is already crying. She doesn't regret what she's about to do, but that doesn't mean it's easy. On seeing him, she walks over to him, throws her arms around him, and buries her face in his shoulder.

sending stone. prior to first day.

sending stone. wintermarch 12.

this is so late im so sorry

sending crystal!!!

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