voice; you're everything a big bad wolf could want.

[eviscerates]

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Ruby Lucas
RECIPIENT: open to anyone with a crystal
WHAT: a discussion of folklore and fairy tales
WHEN: cuurreennttt? current.
WHERE: Skyhold! She just got back from Orlais.
NOTES: Nothing particular comes to mind, potentially dark themes because fairy tales are terrible sometimes? Please chuck warnings in subtitles, if there's anything potentially triggering.

Hey, everyone. This is Ruby Lucas. This is going to possible devolve into discussions of fairy tales and folklore and all that kinda stuff, so if that's not your thing then... fair warning. I don't think there'll be anything urgent in here, Inquisition-wise.

So, basically I just wondered if there are any fairy tales and stories that you're really fond of, or that you connect with. Not just Thedosian ones, either, if you're a rifter I want to know. There's a lot of interesting stuff I've picked up about them, over the years. Some of them have a basis in... fact? Or reality, I guess, though maybe not always our own reality, if that makes sense.

Anyway, this is pretty whimsical. If anyone knows any versions of Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, though, I'd be especially interested. Anything about wolves, generally, to be honest, werewolves included. Kind of my thing. Not... ( a hesitation, and her tone becomes a little more serious: ) Not so much the Boy Who Cried Wolf, though. I've heard a lot about that one.

Um, and for those of you that I've spoken to about that project, it's still in the works. Fear not, it will happen and it will be wicked awesome.

Comments

[eolasemah]

The Big Bad Wolf? Like the Dread Wolf?

[eviscerates]

I'm not familiar with the Dread Wolf, actually. The... I guess the Wolf is kind of a thing in some stories. Recurring antagonistic sort of figure, though they aren't actually all connected.

[eolasemah]

Well... although there are stories of Fen'harel, they are not... what is it you called them? Fairy stories. He was kin to the Creators and the People, and....

[She hesitates for several long moments.]

It seems wrong to speak of it without knowing who's listening.

[She's a bit more accepting of shem'len curiosity these days, but too much of their own ways are used as ammunition against the Dalish. Perhaps it's best to relegate such topics to private conversation.]

private.

[eviscerates]

Of course. Um-- ( she's switched the conversation to private already, but it doesn't keep her from gnawing her lip. ) Would you prefer to speak in person? Or, uh, to know... more about me?

Re: private.

[eolasemah]

[There's a long silence as Sina considers. Then,]

...both, I think. Yes.

Do you visit the gardens?

private.

[eviscerates]

I can, for sure. Where should I look for you? I'm not sure we've met.

[eolasemah]

I'll be around. If not there, then in the healing tents.

[eviscerates]

Perfect. I'll see you in a little bit.

( :: action.

Wolf Advantages: great hearing. With great hearing comes picking out voices, when she pays attention, and with that comes Ruby weaving through the garden to find Sina.

She's taken to drawing some of the styles of Storybrooke into her Thedosian clothes, torn up leather pants that got bear'd cut into shorts and the tattered remains made into strips that she braided into bracelets that hang loose around her wrists, and the white shirt that'd probably normally be accompanied by armour is knotted around her abdomen because it's just Too Big and she's waiting for everything else to be clean and dry again after travel.

On the ring finger of her right hand is something strange - a rosewood ring, or so it seems, that seems very normal at first glance. In fact, the ring doesn't seem all that strange at all. It's more the flowers that mark the path where Ruby's walked that are strange, forget-me-nots and buttercups and daisies springing up in her wake.

She stops before Sina with a smile, hopeful. ) Hi. I'm Ruby? I think we spoke about wolf stuff.

[eolasemah]

[It's not unusual for Sina to have visitors while she's working in the garden, but it is unusual for them to leave more flowers in their wake. She turns to see who greets her and is immediately caught off-guard by the new growths, her eyes widening in something between confusion and delight.

It takes her a few moments to remember that she's being addressed, and she looks up to Ruby with a curious smile.]

Oh, yes. I remember.

[eviscerates]

( Rather than make Sina continue to look up at her, Ruby crouches alongside Sina where she's working. )

Great. ( And, with a sheepish nod to the flowers, she adds, ) Those don't have anything to do with Wolf stuff. I think people tend to think "feral wolf" rather than "floral wolf," you know?

[eolasemah]

[Sina isn't quite sure she gets the joke, but smiles anyway, still quietly fascinated by the flowers.] How do you do that? [She hasn't gotten around to asking in what way Ruby is a wolf, since she certainly doesn't look like one. But since arriving at Skyhold, Sina has learned not to assume anything.]

[eviscerates]

Oh.

( Self conscious, Ruby glances down at the rosewood ring on her right hand, holding it out for Sina to examine. The grain of the wood seems to shift and warp, as a drop of ink in water or the rapid shift of clouds into different shapes. The darker points of the grain rise into a peak, and for the briefest moment they seem like a wolf throwing back its head to howl to the moon-- and then the effect is gone, and Ruby can't help but wonder if she is just imagining things. )

I found it in these ruins in the Hinterlands. I, um. ( Her mouth tugs, apologetic. ) Anders said he thought it might be Dalish, actually, but I kind of-- it's sort of stuck? I mean it doesn't come off. At all.

[eolasemah]

[Sina concentrates on the ring, trying to make the images stay still and failing. She narrows her eyes at it, then looks up at Ruby, perplexed.]
It... might be... [She sounds worried. If she can't even identify an artifact of her own people, what kind of Dalish is she?]
...I've never heard of such a thing.