Messages - from Emprise du Lion

[the_effect_she_has]

FORM: Sending Crystals
SENDER: Emprise du Lion scouting party (various messages sent out)
RECIPIENT: To Commander Cullen, to the Magi Council, to friends and family
WHAT: Reports, personal messages, flirting, and general griping about SNOW WHY ALL THE SNOW.
WHEN: Covering the three weeks of Haring
WHERE: Emprise du Lion
NOTES: Mentions of violence, of physical torture, of death, and of course, complaining. Why snow why.

Further edit: Katniss's post is screwed up because I didn't realize sending crystals are only auditory. So, please if you will, Katniss is making weird noises in the background of her messages. If asked, she will describe what she is doing.

Comments

[slipshot]

Sure.

[There's a small pause as he leans back against the castle wall and looks down into the courtyard.]

How about something from just this minute? There's a healer and one of the refugees down in the courtyard. She's been looking after him for the last three days - he was so rough when he came in that I was pretty sure he wasn't going to make it. But she's leaning over him right now, pressing a damp cloth to the brow, and the light is hitting her hair in just the right way so that it makes the loose strands look like burnished gold, and he's looking up at her as if he's seeing Andraste herself. Her fingers hesitate, but then press gently to his chest, just above his heart, as if to reassure him, and his hand - despite the pain, despite everything - comes up to gently rest his fingers upon hers.

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss listened quietly, looking out to the still winter landscape and closing her eyes. Picturing as Gavin spoke, before she sighed out.]

Thank you, Gavin ... that's just what I needed to hear right now. I am so glad you can see all that.

[slipshot]

Anytime, da'len. [He smiles even though she can't see it.]

The world is full of it. It isn't hard to find.

[the_effect_she_has]

You know you're the only person I let get away calling me da'len, right?

[Is her wry, if not fond reply. She is no one's child, after all.'

I am still looking for it, every day. You just have a better eye for it.

[slipshot]

That just makes it sound like I should take advantage of it more often. [His tone lilts with the tease, the smile spreading to a grin, and audibly.]

Ah, it's just practice. You'll find it.