Mara knelt among the flowers, taking a moment to enjoy them surrounding her in the garden. Since becoming Arlessa, she had made efforts to improve the visual look of Denerim, and having more hands working in the garden was but one of the ways she did it. She wanted to bring some life and joy back to the place where her mother would always take her.
There were the common flowers one would expect to find in this garden- roses, lilacs, lavenders, but Mara has also made an attempt to grow some of the wilder varieties for morale’s sake. Crystal grace, Ebrium. She has even made an attempt to grow Andraste’s Grace, but growing them domestically had proven to be quite challenging.
Mara had wanted to come early to this specific garden. It was a more private garden, not many people would come here save for the people tending to the gardens and the occasional visitor. Most tourists in Denerim preferred to visit the more extravagant, lively places- one of the larger, grander gardens or the marketplace. Mara would try to keep it as much of a secret as possible that she visited this garden- she’d rather keep it a small refuge for herself whenever her duties as Arlessa were too stressful. But today, she was here for business.
There was a refugee crisis in Ferelden- hundreds of refugees were flocking into Ferelden, seeking shelter from the crisis of the Blight, and some had begun to seek refuge in Denerim. She would be speaking to Madeline Wulff, mother to the King of Ferelden, and Arlessa of West Hills. It was a matter of urgency to address the issue as quickly as possible- as much as she does not want to turn away the people in need, she needed to consider the Ferelden people as well. Her people. She needed to discuss matters of housing, food, employment, and surely the uproar many Fereldens would have against having to co-exist with Orlesians
Mara stood up. No doubt Madeline would be arriving soon, if she had not already. She had encountered her fellow Arlessa before- having seen her at gatherings the two attended, mostly hosted by her son. The two had briefly exchanged formalities, but that was the extent of their interactions with each other. She did know that Madeline was a competent leader, who took her position seriously. In such confusing and unusual times, that was needed now more than ever. Especially if, Mara hoped, Madeline did not suffer possession like the former has.
As suspected, Mara found Madeline sitting on a bench. Feeling a little more relaxed from her time in the garden, but still remaining as professional as she could, she approached Madeline and cleared her throat to make her presence known.
“Madeline Wulff,” Mara greeted bow, polite and formal. “I am pleased to see you have made haste with your arrival. We have much to discuss.”
@ Madeline Wulff
There were the common flowers one would expect to find in this garden- roses, lilacs, lavenders, but Mara has also made an attempt to grow some of the wilder varieties for morale’s sake. Crystal grace, Ebrium. She has even made an attempt to grow Andraste’s Grace, but growing them domestically had proven to be quite challenging.
Mara had wanted to come early to this specific garden. It was a more private garden, not many people would come here save for the people tending to the gardens and the occasional visitor. Most tourists in Denerim preferred to visit the more extravagant, lively places- one of the larger, grander gardens or the marketplace. Mara would try to keep it as much of a secret as possible that she visited this garden- she’d rather keep it a small refuge for herself whenever her duties as Arlessa were too stressful. But today, she was here for business.
There was a refugee crisis in Ferelden- hundreds of refugees were flocking into Ferelden, seeking shelter from the crisis of the Blight, and some had begun to seek refuge in Denerim. She would be speaking to Madeline Wulff, mother to the King of Ferelden, and Arlessa of West Hills. It was a matter of urgency to address the issue as quickly as possible- as much as she does not want to turn away the people in need, she needed to consider the Ferelden people as well. Her people. She needed to discuss matters of housing, food, employment, and surely the uproar many Fereldens would have against having to co-exist with Orlesians
Mara stood up. No doubt Madeline would be arriving soon, if she had not already. She had encountered her fellow Arlessa before- having seen her at gatherings the two attended, mostly hosted by her son. The two had briefly exchanged formalities, but that was the extent of their interactions with each other. She did know that Madeline was a competent leader, who took her position seriously. In such confusing and unusual times, that was needed now more than ever. Especially if, Mara hoped, Madeline did not suffer possession like the former has.
As suspected, Mara found Madeline sitting on a bench. Feeling a little more relaxed from her time in the garden, but still remaining as professional as she could, she approached Madeline and cleared her throat to make her presence known.
“Madeline Wulff,” Mara greeted bow, polite and formal. “I am pleased to see you have made haste with your arrival. We have much to discuss.”
@ Madeline Wulff
08-21-2024, 02:39 PM
