[ Through the Door at Hadriel's end and - surprise - she isn't back in her own world at all. The whole thing has been both more and less of a surprise than she'd figured, but Cecily Trevelyan is exasperated nonetheless. ]
I've experienced some truly silly festivals and celebrations, but this one is-...well. Wouldn't want to say something that might get me into a sticky situation, would I?
[ She'll wink at anyone within earshot, perfectly pleased with her terrible pun. The Goop Festival, as it's apparently called, has a terrible name, but she's never been one to turn up her nose at a party of any kind. As such, the Inquisitor makes herself at home at the table, sampling some of the sap-based treats, as well as the not-hot-chocolate. ]
It's got a similar effect to a glass or two of wine, apparently. Brilliant. [ Cecily hums contentedly as she drains her glass, letting the warmth of the...whatever it is wash over her. Really, this festival isn't so bad at all. ]
it's familiar...but not too familiar...but not too not familiar
[ As with any new world, there will be dangers. Today, it's something...less obvious. As she stands stock-still, Cecily watches as she road ahead of her bends and undulates, causing her to moan aloud and press her hands against her face as if warding off a migraine. ]
What in the Maker's-...? [ Definitively odd. She exhales shakily and tries to steady herself, peeking out at the world and...seeing it as it should be. Without the street twisting unnaturally.
For now.
Cecily gives it one last, suspicious glance before hurrying on her way. She's even starting to feel as if it could've possibly been a harmless trick of her mind when she steps through a door and into...Skyhold. The courtyard, specifically, with its garden and arbor, with its usual population milling about and the chill of the Frostbacks hanging in the air.
Something lodges itself tight in her throat. This...is not simple trick, but neither is it real. This is what she reminds herself as she takes a nearby leaf of elfroot into her hands and feels its substance. Its textured, physical substance.
Not real. Certainly not her first experience with phantoms and visions. And yet... ]
u up???
[ Fortunately for this medieval lady, texting, and an electronic network, are not new. ]
That nearly-coma-inducing sap drink seemed an excellent idea at the time, but it's left me feeling a bit knackered today. Does anyone have a recommendation for how best to overcome this particularly-nasty hangover?
Thank you in advance for your wisdom as I overcome this great trial
inquisitor trevelyan ; dragon age: inquisition ; hadriel crau
[ Through the Door at Hadriel's end and - surprise - she isn't back in her own world at all. The whole thing has been both more and less of a surprise than she'd figured, but Cecily Trevelyan is exasperated nonetheless. ]
I've experienced some truly silly festivals and celebrations, but this one is-...well. Wouldn't want to say something that might get me into a sticky situation, would I?
[ She'll wink at anyone within earshot, perfectly pleased with her terrible pun. The Goop Festival, as it's apparently called, has a terrible name, but she's never been one to turn up her nose at a party of any kind. As such, the Inquisitor makes herself at home at the table, sampling some of the sap-based treats, as well as the not-hot-chocolate. ]
It's got a similar effect to a glass or two of wine, apparently. Brilliant. [ Cecily hums contentedly as she drains her glass, letting the warmth of the...whatever it is wash over her. Really, this festival isn't so bad at all. ]
it's familiar...but not too familiar...but not too not familiar
[ As with any new world, there will be dangers. Today, it's something...less obvious. As she stands stock-still, Cecily watches as she road ahead of her bends and undulates, causing her to moan aloud and press her hands against her face as if warding off a migraine. ]
What in the Maker's-...? [ Definitively odd. She exhales shakily and tries to steady herself, peeking out at the world and...seeing it as it should be. Without the street twisting unnaturally.
For now.
Cecily gives it one last, suspicious glance before hurrying on her way. She's even starting to feel as if it could've possibly been a harmless trick of her mind when she steps through a door and into...Skyhold. The courtyard, specifically, with its garden and arbor, with its usual population milling about and the chill of the Frostbacks hanging in the air.
Something lodges itself tight in her throat. This...is not simple trick, but neither is it real. This is what she reminds herself as she takes a nearby leaf of elfroot into her hands and feels its substance. Its textured, physical substance.
Not real. Certainly not her first experience with phantoms and visions. And yet... ]
u up???
[ Fortunately for this medieval lady, texting, and an electronic network, are not new. ]
That nearly-coma-inducing sap drink seemed an excellent idea at the time, but it's left me feeling a bit knackered today. Does anyone have a recommendation for how best to overcome this particularly-nasty hangover?
Thank you in advance for your wisdom as I overcome this great trial