RP: Cullen (cullen_fadewalk)

[evelea_fadewalk]

Evelea had stared at the journal for a long time trying to decide what that meant. Wherever she was comfortable? There wasn't much comforting about this place. Finally she'd written back the garden? because she'd been working there each day and it was as familiar as anywhere else.

She sat cross-legged next to the royal elfroot bed, frowning down at it in forced consternation. Was it real? Real enough to smell when she gently rubbed the pad of her thumb across a leaf, real enough to ease the sting of a scratch she placed there. It's medicinal properties held up. But did it grow? If they harvested part of it would new buds form? How were any of these plants faring without sunlight?

The sound of footsteps, when they finally came, startled her. She had been half-convinced that he wouldn't appear, at least not today. She didn't look up right away, hair in her face and hands clasped in her lap, trying to figure out how to even meet his eyes.

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[cullen_fadewalk]

"Sera is Sera," he said simply. "She wasn't fond of me either for some time. But that's just because I didn't understand her, at first."

[evelea_fadewalk]

"I know Sera. She kept stealing my left socks in Haven, and tried to write something rude on my forehead in my sleep just before we went to meet the Iron Bull. Which probably would have been fine, actually, now that I think about it." Evelea wrinkled her nose, tone softening. "I... that must all seem like a very long time ago to you."

[cullen_fadewalk]

"Yes," he said simply, shutting down again--closing up.