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[trashlife]

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Minka
RECIPIENT: Everyone with a crystal
WHAT: Minka's trying to get her bearings
WHEN: Mid-Firstfall, during the Nevarra expedition
WHERE: Shes in Kirkwall, but this message is going out to all.
NOTES: Reminder to check out her permissions post if talk of abuse is something she shouldn't bring up to your character. Not saying it will in her first post, but just to cover my bases.

[ Well this is just great. Here Minka thought she'd show up, they'd put a pair of tweezers to her hand, and out would come the bit of green Fade magic bullshit. Not so, she's now learned. And she's stuck here unless she wants to be in excruciating pain. Super.

It takes her several tries to start up the crystal correctly and when it is, there's the sound of deep breaths and whispered words: "Okay, okay, I can do this. Okay. Just fucking get it over with. Do it, you fucker. Do it. Okay, okay.... okay." ]

How does anybody find anything around this damned place? Like, yeah, I know how to find the stables: just follow the smell. Same with the kitchens. But you lot have completely changed this place since I was last here and I can't find shit. I'm lucky I ran into someone who knew someone who handed out these crystal things.

Would it kill you to put up more signs? And by signs, I mean signs with pictures on them. Not all of us got a fancy schooling to learn how to read.

[ She mutters under her breath. It's something about nugs. ]

Anyway, does anybody do favors around here? I need someone to write a letter for me. Preferably a dwarf, but I'll take who I can get. In exchange, I'll run messages for you in Kirkwall for a week. I just have to let my employers know I ain't coming back for awhile.

[ Because of this stupid freaking shard in her hand, but she doesn't say that. ]

Comments

[trashlife]

[ It's not an uncommon tale, and Minka assumes that it's just life, isn't it? ]

Yeah, somebody else said that too. I don't know...

[ She always goes back. It's not like she was stuck digging tunnels to lyrium like other grunts in the Carta. As a courier, she got out in the open air and got to travel alone. She could have run off multiple times, but she never did. There's something that always draws her back; something she can't understand. She just returns because she's Carta, and this is her life. ]

Nah. [ She gives her head a shake and takes a long drink of ale, assuming they're finished here. ] I mean, everybody came from somewhere and got family, right? But I don't know who they are. We get raised together -- the kids, I mean -- by some old ladies. And I'm pretty sure they either don't remember me or if they do, they don't care where I am now.

[gatheringstorm]

[She just shrugs, figuring that it wouldn't do any good to push the matter. As long as Minka knows it's an option, it's up to her to deal with it or not. Listening to the rest, Korrin nods and stares off.]

That sounds about right. Another person I used to know was from the Carta, never had ties to speak of either. [But she doesn't really want to talk about him and so shifts the subject, sort of.] A lot of my kind are in a similar boat. My parents never knew if they were related to anyone still living, or the woman who took them in and helped them get a new life. Qunari don't know their family ties, so when they get out, they have to make their own.

[trashlife]

I'm fine not making my own.

[ It's said quickly, like she's often thought this. ]

Things are easier if you don't got to worry about others too.