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[elegiaque]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Gwenaëlle and Alistair.
RECIPIENT: Everyone else.
WHAT: Someone had an accident with a power she didn't know she had.
WHEN: Before Kirkwall.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Undignified injury to cool guy.

Excuse me-

( slightly urgent, the wobbly delivery of someone who has been possibly moments ago in tears of shock and very sudden, awful disappointment )

Excuse me, we need a healer. At once, thank you. To the ramparts. Right now.

Comments

[el_tybs]

Exactly where on the ramparts are you? What happened?

[elegiaque]

On them!

( super helpfully )

[el_tybs]

Alright, alright.

[From the sounds of it he's moving, but not super quickly since he's deciding which end to try.]

Which one are you on?

[elegiaque]

The...left one.

( he can probably catch up with anders )

action & maybe crystal.

[byblow]

—or whenever you have time, [ Alistair tries to add from beyond Gwenaëlle before she stops talking, but in a strained sort of voice that translates whenever you have time into right now would actually be great thank you.

He's mostly fine. Sitting up against the wall and conscious and everything. Slightly offended, actually, that someone Gwenaëlle's size was able to lie him out and put said consciousness in jeopardy. Maybe a little scalded, too, but that's just skin. ]

Don't worry, [ he goes on, this time directed to Gwenaëlle instead of trying to reach her crystal. ] I'm sure I'll be fine in a few months.

[ It's not that bad. ]

[elegiaque]

I didn't know that would happen -

( fluttering hands over him unhelpfully, knelt down beside him, holding the fruit he'd been tossing at her for no discernible reason. )

I'm very sorry-

[byblow]

An archdemon, a high dragon— [ he's fine ] —dozens of ogres, and I'm felled— [ he's fine! ] —by Lady Vauquelin, age twenty... something.

If I die, I need you to tell them it was a demon.

[ He's fine. ]

[limier]

[ There's a clatter and thump, the very particular sound of falling books, a muffled curse — or four —

Hastily: ]

Are you hurt? What happened?

[elegiaque]

( the guilty pause is partly for the question and partly a lack of desire to answer this particular querant. )

I hurt him. It was an accident.

private;

[limier]

[ Well that's substantially less urgent.

... It should probably be more so, but, ]

In detail, please.

[ It's not said like a request. ]

[justice_is_blond]

What did-- Right. All right. Which ramparts?

[elegiaque]

The -

( slow down. breathe. )

Near Cullen, to the - past his office to the left. A while.

[justice_is_blond]

[Oh good, running past his favorite Templar's office, that's going to be... well. Hopefully not an issue. Anders runs.]

Can you tell me anything about the injury while I'm on the way, so I've some sort of time to prep?

[rowancrowned]

Where on the ramparts, Gwenaëlle- [ how is this happening again, why, could you maybe not do this, please-

if he can force her to stop bleeding by sheer force of will, by the tight, brittle way his voice edges on annoyance: ]

How bad is it.

[elegiaque]

It isn't me, it -

I didn't mean to. It was an accident. He's sassing me now.

( this has not significanrly lowered her distress. )

[rowancrowned]

[ -- oh. well, then. no need for him to be angry striding through skyhold, he can pause (stop abruptly, really) and turn towards the nearest dark, webby hallway to continue this conversation. ]

That is what an accident is. Is he dying?

[ all of them are. faster than usual, he means. ]

I assume you have found a healer.

[nonsibi]

[what the hell

The other guy is clearly okay, or will be okay, other people have the healer sorted out, all of that is good, because Bellamy is only interested in the status of Gwen.]

You okay?

[Gwen will surely know that she is the you. Other guy, whatever.]

Just hang on, okay. You've got someone on the way. You want to say what the hell happened?

[elegiaque]

( she super does not want to say. )

We were practising something - with the shield. I had an accident and then Alistair was an accident all over the stone.

[nonsibi]

[Cautious pause.]

Practicing what?

[arcaneadvisor]

Gwenaëlle? What happened, I can be there immediately.

[Less a healer but more a protective mother wolf with her hackles raised already.]

[elegiaque]

I hurt Alistair by accident with the anchor-shard-- he was helping, I didn't mean to. Will you look at it? My hand?

[arcaneadvisor]

Are you injured? [Priorities. Gotta assess those first because Morrigan's seen Alistair deal with some shit and walk it off. He's probably fine.] I will come direct, leave me space to land.

[thehiddenking]

What has happened? [They may butt heads, but that doesn't seem to matter when she sounds distressed.]

[elegiaque]

( all these big elves, happening -- )

It was an accident. My hand--

doesn't normally do that.

[thehiddenking]

What has changed for you? Have you discovered an ability you did not have previously? [He too has noticed great differences about himself and he can understand her fright!]