Ysalwen Surana, Warden-Commander of Ferelden (
freedom_is_grey) wrote2016-01-23 11:05 pm
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Field trips and sinking ships
It's cold and snowy on the lakeshore, but Ysalwen is walking there anyway. The cold is bracing, she has exercises to do, and it's a good place to think.
The number of Warden recruits is increasing, and while she refuses to offer the Joining to some of them, there's still been a doubling of her numbers in a relatively short time. It's time to start thinking how to turn a ragtag band of friends into something a little more --
Structured.
And that's something with which she has too much of the wrong experience.
Hence thinking.
Or maybe brooding.
A little.
The number of Warden recruits is increasing, and while she refuses to offer the Joining to some of them, there's still been a doubling of her numbers in a relatively short time. It's time to start thinking how to turn a ragtag band of friends into something a little more --
Structured.
And that's something with which she has too much of the wrong experience.
Hence thinking.
Or maybe brooding.
A little.
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She shakes her head, wincing a little at the memory.
"Anyway. No. I mean. It's your choice, just. That's an option. Most won't question it, and if they do -- well. Even Zev can't always track things back to her. And my next message will tell her I had a guest that needed a cover story, and that will be an end to it."
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It's completely true, even these days.
Maybe especially these days.
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Closes it.
"As you say," he says.
There is no good answer to that!
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"No, I meant -- !"
There is no good place to end that thought, either.
"Never mind. Shall we?"
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"Wade and Herren never really stop working, so there's -- an excess of arms? -- until we can get more caravans in and out."
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"Then I suppose I'm at your disposal."
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Not that anyone will need them.
Um.
"I really do appreciate it. I just -- I really want to do well. At this. Amaranthine deserves it, especially after Howe."
So.
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-- he'd deny it to his dying day --
-- sweet, in a rueful sort of way.
"That impulse is quite familiar," is all he says.
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Ysalwen's own smile is crooked, and no less rueful.
(Maybe a little less sweet. Maybe.)
"Somehow I doubt Liranan is surprised at either of us."
She's just saying.
"Shall we?"