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Vigil's Keep had remained quiet ever since The Mother had been silenced, the Commander of the Grey no less busy as a result unfortunately. The Dalish elf had hoped to seek out her clan and reconnect with her people, but it seemed the Grey Wardens were not quite finished with all of the necessary proxy work in Ferelden she was forced to endure. Some of her recruits offered to assist, but between Anders' constant distractions and Oghren's inability to work while not inebriated, Aeferiel soon discovered that she was far better off writing the missives and negotiating with the neighboring Arls and Arlessas herself.
"My Lady, Bann Eddelbrek wishes an audience with you," Captain Garevel informed her, the knight leaning slightly into the doorway of her bedchambers. He had assumed most of the Seneschal's duties when Varel had passed away during the siege at the Keep a mere few months ago. Perhaps 'tis time I find a new Seneschal; surely Garevel has soldiers to train and men to keep in line, Aeferiel made a mental note before nodding absently at the man in question.
"Inform him I will meet him in the Hall shortly," Aeferiel murmured quietly, the elf long ago discarding her distaste of so many human compatriots in the Keep. Velanna was a pleasant reprieve on most days, assuming Aeferiel had finished her duties; however, even the other elf's sharp tongue sometimes grated on the Commander's nerves. They both were strong, independent elves, and neither wished to be surpassed in skill or in influence. Sadly, Velanna oftentimes allowed her own arrogance to overshadow her loyalty. Aeferiel knew better, of course, but on those days she couldn't help but avoid the other elf at all costs.
"Bann Eddelbrek," Aeferiel had finally emerged from her chamber, the elder human bowing at the waist respectfully before meeting her gaze evenly. "To what do I owe this abrupt visit?" Aeferiel had cut to the chase as she was prone to, her arms crossed expectantly over her chest as she awaited her reply.
"My Lady, I wanted to inform you of the many strides we have made while recovering the farmland that had been taken by the darkspawn. Many of the people from Amaranthine have volunteered to work the fields for the harvest, since precious few of the farmers remain," Eddelbrek finished, Aeferiel hardly able to contain a twitch in her red eyebrow.
"Of course, Bann Eddelbrek. Should you require any more assistance, you know where to look," Aeferiel dismissed the man with as she turned on her heel and returned to her room. She had been cooped inside far too long, and would relish the opportunity to practice with her bow. Eddelbrek was gone when Aeferiel returned, the light Dalish armor adorning her body and her Heartwood bow, handcrafted by Wade himself, resting easily in her hand.
The sun was warm on her pale skin, the elf breathing in deeply before blowing out in what sounded like a sigh. The courtyard of the Keep was alive with the milling of people and bargaining of the merchants, Herren and Wade quite audibly arguing over the improvement of armor. Voldrik and Dwarkin added to the noise in the marketplace with their own arguing, Aeferiel rolling her eyes before swiftly disappearing into the side yard where she and the Wardens had since added a practice yard for archers.
Lifting an eyebrow delicately, Aeferiel paused when she noticed she had not been the only person to decide to use the archery yard. Nathaniel Howe remained poised at the outskirts, his bow and arms taut before he released an arrow that hit near the center of his target. Not terrible, for a shem, Aeferiel observed Nathaniel draw another arrow from his quiver, a small bead of a sweat forming at his brow. Purple eyes narrowed as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, Nathaniel's stance and inaccuracies nearly prompting Aeferiel to aid him with his archery.
Nathaniel was one of the few comrades she had no trouble understanding or liking, his taciturn nature and sharp wit easily earning him her respect within the first few hours of his Joining. She had technically killed his father, but it hadn't truly been anything personal. Her companions during the Blight had not neglected to remind her of the evils Rendon Howe had performed, and his death had simply been an outcome of 'saving' Anora.
Spending too much time in her own thoughts, Aeferiel was interrupted by the very human she had been observing, Nathaniel's eyebrow lifted. "Commander? Is there something you wanted?" he asked benignly, his eyes falling to her side where her bow resided.
"I had thought to practice since it appears I seldom have the time for it," Aeferiel answered easily, taking a few strides closer before returning his gaze. "I could not help but notice your...lack of accuracy," Aeferiel attempted not to sound patronizing, her statement obviously rubbing Nathaniel the wrong way. "Not to say your skills are unsatisfactory, but next to a Dalish, your skills pale quite visibly," Aeferiel did not sound conceited, and to demonstrate her point, notched an arrow before releasing it and hitting the target dead center.
"What are you proposing, exactly?" Nathaniel clearly wanted to argue his skills with Aeferiel, but instead chose to amuse his Commander, if nothing else.
Her lips twitched into a small smile before she released another arrow, this one splitting the previous one in two. "Had you the desire, I might offer a Dalish's training with a bow," Aeferiel answered smoothly, her arms lowering as she targeted a questioning look at her human companion.
"Oh?" Nathaniel sounded almost petulant, his muscular arms crossing his chest. "And just why would you impart this knowledge to me, a human? I shudder to think what your Keeper would say," Nathaniel's tone betrayed his amusement, Aeferiel's eyes hardening as she resisted the scowl that threatened her features.
"I would not have offered had I not meant it, Nathaniel, but if you think yourself too skilled already then do indeed forget I mentioned it at all," Aeferiel was too accustomed to a human's underhanded degradation, though regretted the biting words once they left her lips.
Aeferiel tried earnestly not to glance at Nathaniel as he reacted, Nathaniel finally speaking and allaying her anxiety. "I would be honored to learn such a skill, Commander," Nathaniel's tone was respectful, but the slight irritation in his eyes conveyed just how much he disliked submitting to another.
Swallowing back any apology readying itself on her lips, Aeferiel carefully placed her bow into the dry dirt, a small incline of her head indicating that Nathaniel should take his natural stance. Eyes probing over his upper torso, Aeferiel repressed the womanish blush that threatened her cheeks and instead scowled, her fingertips lifting Nathaniel's elbow minutely. "Quiet your thoughts; listen instead to the footsteps, murmurings, breaths of those around you. Accustom yourself to the noise; now, close your eyes," Aeferiel's expectant look was enough for Nathaniel to see that she was by no means jesting.
"In my clan, an Apprentice Hunter is not permitted to hunt for his game until he is able to hit the target perfectly, consistently, without the use of his eyes. Trapping prey, tracking an animal, rarely uses sight, so we must be in tune with all of our senses in order to fully understand what it means to be a Dalish Hunter," Aeferiel continued quietly, her eyes lifting to view Nathaniel's wrinkled brow. He was concentrating, that much was obvious; "However, the other aspect to Dalish Hunting, is to be firm and steady. To be ready for anything will ensure that we Dalish are not found, lest we wish to be," Aeferiel struck Nathaniel's chest with the flat of her palm, the other archer swaying on his feet though regaining his balance moments later. "If you wish to stop, speak plainly," Aeferiel had seen Nathaniel's look many times upon her own countenance, the irritation and outright incredulity written in the lines of his face.
Not receiving an answer, Aeferiel stepped around Nathaniel and retrieved her bow, her head held high as she continued to walk away from the archery yard. "Wait," Nathaniel's hand grasped her upper arm, the Dalish hesitating. "I appreciate what you were trying to accomplish, Commander. Perhaps we could continue another day?" Nathaniel requested, Aeferiel twisting out of his grip and looking at him through narrowed eyes.
"If you wish it," Aeferiel turned on her heel, red hair swaying with her steps as she disappeared from Nathaniel's view into the Keep's courtyard.
"Perhaps I wish it more than I should," Nathaniel couldn't stifle the smile that appeared briefly on his lips, his dark eyes trained on the ground where Aeferiel had disappeared from view.
"My Lady, Bann Eddelbrek wishes an audience with you," Captain Garevel informed her, the knight leaning slightly into the doorway of her bedchambers. He had assumed most of the Seneschal's duties when Varel had passed away during the siege at the Keep a mere few months ago. Perhaps 'tis time I find a new Seneschal; surely Garevel has soldiers to train and men to keep in line, Aeferiel made a mental note before nodding absently at the man in question.
"Inform him I will meet him in the Hall shortly," Aeferiel murmured quietly, the elf long ago discarding her distaste of so many human compatriots in the Keep. Velanna was a pleasant reprieve on most days, assuming Aeferiel had finished her duties; however, even the other elf's sharp tongue sometimes grated on the Commander's nerves. They both were strong, independent elves, and neither wished to be surpassed in skill or in influence. Sadly, Velanna oftentimes allowed her own arrogance to overshadow her loyalty. Aeferiel knew better, of course, but on those days she couldn't help but avoid the other elf at all costs.
"Bann Eddelbrek," Aeferiel had finally emerged from her chamber, the elder human bowing at the waist respectfully before meeting her gaze evenly. "To what do I owe this abrupt visit?" Aeferiel had cut to the chase as she was prone to, her arms crossed expectantly over her chest as she awaited her reply.
"My Lady, I wanted to inform you of the many strides we have made while recovering the farmland that had been taken by the darkspawn. Many of the people from Amaranthine have volunteered to work the fields for the harvest, since precious few of the farmers remain," Eddelbrek finished, Aeferiel hardly able to contain a twitch in her red eyebrow.
"Of course, Bann Eddelbrek. Should you require any more assistance, you know where to look," Aeferiel dismissed the man with as she turned on her heel and returned to her room. She had been cooped inside far too long, and would relish the opportunity to practice with her bow. Eddelbrek was gone when Aeferiel returned, the light Dalish armor adorning her body and her Heartwood bow, handcrafted by Wade himself, resting easily in her hand.
The sun was warm on her pale skin, the elf breathing in deeply before blowing out in what sounded like a sigh. The courtyard of the Keep was alive with the milling of people and bargaining of the merchants, Herren and Wade quite audibly arguing over the improvement of armor. Voldrik and Dwarkin added to the noise in the marketplace with their own arguing, Aeferiel rolling her eyes before swiftly disappearing into the side yard where she and the Wardens had since added a practice yard for archers.
Lifting an eyebrow delicately, Aeferiel paused when she noticed she had not been the only person to decide to use the archery yard. Nathaniel Howe remained poised at the outskirts, his bow and arms taut before he released an arrow that hit near the center of his target. Not terrible, for a shem, Aeferiel observed Nathaniel draw another arrow from his quiver, a small bead of a sweat forming at his brow. Purple eyes narrowed as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, Nathaniel's stance and inaccuracies nearly prompting Aeferiel to aid him with his archery.
Nathaniel was one of the few comrades she had no trouble understanding or liking, his taciturn nature and sharp wit easily earning him her respect within the first few hours of his Joining. She had technically killed his father, but it hadn't truly been anything personal. Her companions during the Blight had not neglected to remind her of the evils Rendon Howe had performed, and his death had simply been an outcome of 'saving' Anora.
Spending too much time in her own thoughts, Aeferiel was interrupted by the very human she had been observing, Nathaniel's eyebrow lifted. "Commander? Is there something you wanted?" he asked benignly, his eyes falling to her side where her bow resided.
"I had thought to practice since it appears I seldom have the time for it," Aeferiel answered easily, taking a few strides closer before returning his gaze. "I could not help but notice your...lack of accuracy," Aeferiel attempted not to sound patronizing, her statement obviously rubbing Nathaniel the wrong way. "Not to say your skills are unsatisfactory, but next to a Dalish, your skills pale quite visibly," Aeferiel did not sound conceited, and to demonstrate her point, notched an arrow before releasing it and hitting the target dead center.
"What are you proposing, exactly?" Nathaniel clearly wanted to argue his skills with Aeferiel, but instead chose to amuse his Commander, if nothing else.
Her lips twitched into a small smile before she released another arrow, this one splitting the previous one in two. "Had you the desire, I might offer a Dalish's training with a bow," Aeferiel answered smoothly, her arms lowering as she targeted a questioning look at her human companion.
"Oh?" Nathaniel sounded almost petulant, his muscular arms crossing his chest. "And just why would you impart this knowledge to me, a human? I shudder to think what your Keeper would say," Nathaniel's tone betrayed his amusement, Aeferiel's eyes hardening as she resisted the scowl that threatened her features.
"I would not have offered had I not meant it, Nathaniel, but if you think yourself too skilled already then do indeed forget I mentioned it at all," Aeferiel was too accustomed to a human's underhanded degradation, though regretted the biting words once they left her lips.
Aeferiel tried earnestly not to glance at Nathaniel as he reacted, Nathaniel finally speaking and allaying her anxiety. "I would be honored to learn such a skill, Commander," Nathaniel's tone was respectful, but the slight irritation in his eyes conveyed just how much he disliked submitting to another.
Swallowing back any apology readying itself on her lips, Aeferiel carefully placed her bow into the dry dirt, a small incline of her head indicating that Nathaniel should take his natural stance. Eyes probing over his upper torso, Aeferiel repressed the womanish blush that threatened her cheeks and instead scowled, her fingertips lifting Nathaniel's elbow minutely. "Quiet your thoughts; listen instead to the footsteps, murmurings, breaths of those around you. Accustom yourself to the noise; now, close your eyes," Aeferiel's expectant look was enough for Nathaniel to see that she was by no means jesting.
"In my clan, an Apprentice Hunter is not permitted to hunt for his game until he is able to hit the target perfectly, consistently, without the use of his eyes. Trapping prey, tracking an animal, rarely uses sight, so we must be in tune with all of our senses in order to fully understand what it means to be a Dalish Hunter," Aeferiel continued quietly, her eyes lifting to view Nathaniel's wrinkled brow. He was concentrating, that much was obvious; "However, the other aspect to Dalish Hunting, is to be firm and steady. To be ready for anything will ensure that we Dalish are not found, lest we wish to be," Aeferiel struck Nathaniel's chest with the flat of her palm, the other archer swaying on his feet though regaining his balance moments later. "If you wish to stop, speak plainly," Aeferiel had seen Nathaniel's look many times upon her own countenance, the irritation and outright incredulity written in the lines of his face.
Not receiving an answer, Aeferiel stepped around Nathaniel and retrieved her bow, her head held high as she continued to walk away from the archery yard. "Wait," Nathaniel's hand grasped her upper arm, the Dalish hesitating. "I appreciate what you were trying to accomplish, Commander. Perhaps we could continue another day?" Nathaniel requested, Aeferiel twisting out of his grip and looking at him through narrowed eyes.
"If you wish it," Aeferiel turned on her heel, red hair swaying with her steps as she disappeared from Nathaniel's view into the Keep's courtyard.
"Perhaps I wish it more than I should," Nathaniel couldn't stifle the smile that appeared briefly on his lips, his dark eyes trained on the ground where Aeferiel had disappeared from view.