crystal;

[foxsays]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Araceli Bonaventura
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Offering advanced parkour lessons and trying to organise a shindig
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Threadjacking encouraged. A few notices have been left around the Gallows to sign-up for lessons.

Inquisition, now that we're settled in Kirkwall I come to you with two very exciting propositions. As some of you know, I taught how to climb and run the walls and battlements of Skyhold, how to fall from such heights safely but alas this was not as it was at home when Skyhold was so contained. But here we are in Kirkwall! I can truly teach you how to leap from building to building if your desire and to dive into the waters from buildings and from the rigging of a ship. Of course, we start small so as not to injure your good self but if that prospect sounds intriguing, please come find me. I am Araceli Bonaventura, at your service. I'm either working at the Gallows or by the docks or you might happen to look up.

The second is a thing to celebrate and I could say that I do it as leader of the naval projects but truly? I do it as someone who loves cooking and seafood, to finally be back by the water after so long removed from it. Tell me, Inquisition, what are your favourite seafood dishes? Your favourite meals from Antiva or Rivain or places such as that? Because I thought it might be an idea to have a cookout by the waves towards the end of the month, say, the twenty-second? Everyone is welcome if they are a fan of good food and good times among friends.

[Also it's her birthday but since they don't really do birthdays that way back home, what better thing to do than have a fun time with people that have all certainly earned it?]

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[foxsays]

It's a good life. Luckier than some but luck is a strange thing.

[She listens for a trap, doesn't hear one. There were so few rules and so many she liked to break just because she could and the consequences were hers to bear, and in that? Well, there are things she would like if she'd been noble but even more she'd have hated.

Araceli wants her freedom, she'd kick and scream and claw for it.

There at the end, that echo of Leandra that lands heavily in her even with Leandra being younger than Petrana certainly. Leandra wanting to go out to see it all herself, Leandra wanting change, Leandra--

She swallows the thoughts. She doesn't want to get distracted when it's veering so close to when she's going to miss her.]

You spoke. [That-- she needs a moment, she's more used to people not doing that.]

[ipseite]

( For all the good it did, she thinks.

How many times did she stab her finger at Marius, speak her mind, and how many times did it matter - how many times did he listen, and how many did he simply lock the door and do as he always intended to? How much didn't she say, knowing better-- )

It benefits no one, ( a moment later, ) to willfully ignore opportunity.

Even so small an opportunity as to speak with someone whose perspective one might never hear again.

[foxsays]

[Swallowing hurts.

Longer in Thedas than with the guard but this could be another room, another country, a queen's hands holding hers enough that Araceli almost curls hers around empty air.

(Leandra looked ridiculous in Araceli's clothes, all of them did at first.)]

There are some who don't know what one of those is even when it calls their name and tugs their sleeve. The docks are ever-changing here too, if there's a place where everyone has to go for a little while? It's the docks.

[You hear all sorts there. Which is exactly why she threw herself out of the Gallows and into a little flat at the first opportunity.]

[ipseite]

Upon a throne, it is easy to believe that this is from where comes everything. It is not so, I think you understand. People move like the earth does, slow and steady and from beneath.

( Listening in ballrooms will get you far, but you will never see the blade that lodges between your shoulders if those are the only voices you hear. )

Belief makes all the difference. It can't simply be declared.

( It can, however, be guided. )

[foxsays]

Even glass and stone are worn away by the tide. Set a statue against the ocean's face and see what one is still there in the end.

[This she understands. A careful glance about because she hasn't made it so far in Thedas by being careless after all but people see what they want to see.

So what does Petrana see?]

It has to be, sometimes. [A little sadder than she would like but this is how life is because things aren't ideal and there are times you have to say it very loudly when you're stumbling over yourself losing your way or getting obstinate people to do things when they make your flesh crawl.]