[29 Harvestmere, late morning. @Siali Arnith ]
Cordelia was content, or at least as content as she might be given the circumstances. Adjusting the Grey Wardens had prove difficult but it was helped along with aid from Carver and other comrades. She was still not accustom to some of the strange informality and jocularity that seemed to permeate the compound but she found everyone kind enough that her acclimation had been sufficiently painless. If anything else, she took a secret pleasure in being able to walk to the library or perhaps even practice a spell without the ever present eyes of the Templars. She had come to respect their dedication but did not comprehend the frequency of their impositions until she was free from them.
Following a light bout of calisthenics, she had wandered to her room to retrieve a book of Grey Warden history that was occupying most of her spare time. She expected to find it merely informative but had quickly fallen into tales of battles, archdemons, and even some respected mages. The prospect of her first actual trial as a Warden was still terrifying but it helped knowing that plenty of individuals had risen from backgrounds both ignoble and grand. If they could succeed, perhaps she would as well.
Having absconded with the book, she made her way to the mess hall. Her growling stomach was still an oddity but she was slowly accepting that would simply be the way of things. Besides, the food in the compound seemed considerably better than the Circle. Sitting with a bowl of porridge and a poached egg, the mage happily lost herself in her book while enjoying one of the best meals in her recent memory. The usual discomforts played within her Warden blood but the book helped dull them enough that this new life felt, if only for a few moments, acceptable.
Finishing her meal, she gather her things and carried her dishes over for collection, offering a kind thank you to the servant at hand. Wandering out of the hall, she made her way towards the courtyard, each step precisely placed and she walked. Even as a Grey Warden, there was no need to saunter or amble. The courtyard wore the sun's glow admirably and the young mage walked out to bask in its warmth. She was not quite accustom to it still, years in the Tower offering only the scant sunbeams through windows and occasionally permitted walks around the perimeter.
Searching for a place to sit and read, she spotted the redheaded elven women she'd seen walking the halls. Not the chipper one, Niamh, but the slightly more astringent looking one. Siana, was it? Serali? She held a book in her hand—a commonality that might be used to foster conversation. Gingerly, Cordelia walked over and cleared her throat weakly.
"May I join you?" she asked, holding her own book aloft.
Cordelia was content, or at least as content as she might be given the circumstances. Adjusting the Grey Wardens had prove difficult but it was helped along with aid from Carver and other comrades. She was still not accustom to some of the strange informality and jocularity that seemed to permeate the compound but she found everyone kind enough that her acclimation had been sufficiently painless. If anything else, she took a secret pleasure in being able to walk to the library or perhaps even practice a spell without the ever present eyes of the Templars. She had come to respect their dedication but did not comprehend the frequency of their impositions until she was free from them.
Following a light bout of calisthenics, she had wandered to her room to retrieve a book of Grey Warden history that was occupying most of her spare time. She expected to find it merely informative but had quickly fallen into tales of battles, archdemons, and even some respected mages. The prospect of her first actual trial as a Warden was still terrifying but it helped knowing that plenty of individuals had risen from backgrounds both ignoble and grand. If they could succeed, perhaps she would as well.
Having absconded with the book, she made her way to the mess hall. Her growling stomach was still an oddity but she was slowly accepting that would simply be the way of things. Besides, the food in the compound seemed considerably better than the Circle. Sitting with a bowl of porridge and a poached egg, the mage happily lost herself in her book while enjoying one of the best meals in her recent memory. The usual discomforts played within her Warden blood but the book helped dull them enough that this new life felt, if only for a few moments, acceptable.
Finishing her meal, she gather her things and carried her dishes over for collection, offering a kind thank you to the servant at hand. Wandering out of the hall, she made her way towards the courtyard, each step precisely placed and she walked. Even as a Grey Warden, there was no need to saunter or amble. The courtyard wore the sun's glow admirably and the young mage walked out to bask in its warmth. She was not quite accustom to it still, years in the Tower offering only the scant sunbeams through windows and occasionally permitted walks around the perimeter.
Searching for a place to sit and read, she spotted the redheaded elven women she'd seen walking the halls. Not the chipper one, Niamh, but the slightly more astringent looking one. Siana, was it? Serali? She held a book in her hand—a commonality that might be used to foster conversation. Gingerly, Cordelia walked over and cleared her throat weakly.
"May I join you?" she asked, holding her own book aloft.