Thread: An Unlikely Friendship Who: Imenry Barras, Signy of Dagna When: 22 Solis, Evening G4 returns to Amaranthine Where: Vigil's Keep Rating: E Summary: After getting settled into the Keep, Imenry looks for Signy. She just wants someone to talk to.
So much had changed.
Time was like a wheel that spun her life out until it was so unrecognizable she'd sometimes forget how she got here. Like the woman who'd come from the tiny village in the mountains was a stranger to the woman who stood on the cliffs of Amaranthine and stared out at the ocean. And perhaps she was. That woman had a family, a home, a future. The woman who stood here and now had none of those things.
What she did have was a purpose.
She had friends. She was trying to build the rest of her life up around her again.
Perhaps she'd never have a family or a home again. But she had hope... she could have a future. Maybe, if she reached hard enough. It might not be a good future. It might be death. But it would have meaning.
When she'd been a mercenary that meaning had been absent from her life. It had just been another job, another sack of coin, another group of strangers to lose herself amongst. Now there were faces every day she recognized. There was Brennan, the face of her past, of memories both sad and happy. That past was not all lost. The future... was uncertain.
Imenry stepped away from the edge, from the wind and salt against her face and turned back towards the Keep, the big sturdy stone walls. Protection, or at least the illusion of it. She felt safer with the weight of the claymore on her back. Walking towards the gate, she tried to stop the turmoil of her thoughts. The mission to Jader had been unsatisfactory. If only for the fact that it had been nothing that needed the interference of the Grey Wardens. There had been little danger. And Imenry hadn't gotten the fight she'd wanted.
Fighting... she understood. Her sword was something she knew better than she knew any person. But the emotions and thoughts running through her head lately were something she didn't understand, couldn't understand. She had no mother left to speak to, and in her stead there was no one. Speaking about such things had always been difficult for Imenry, even with those closest to her. Somehow, her mother had always known how to get things out of her. Now there was no one who could, or who cared enough to try.
Or maybe they just didn't know they should.
The detour she took towards her rooms led past the library, and she peeked into the doorway, perhaps out of habit or just because she was hoping to find someone. And there, indeed, was Signy - blonde head bent over a book, wearing one of her dresses and looking childlike as she often did. Until she met your eyes and you saw the knowledge in her own.
Imenry paused in the doorway, then knocked lightly on the jamb, offering a smile when the dwarf looked up from her reading.