Around Town, Along The Paths Near Which The Sea Meets The Island, Also The Preserve, Friday Evening

[doesnotkneel]

It was an awfully nice evening, truth be told. And on evenings like this, Edward liked to indulge his more whimsical side - taking a stroll along the coast and watching the water crash against the island, even if at times that meant climbing up rocks or over fences.

The traditional ending for such a journey was the preserve, and it was there that Edward made the fatal error: he lingered. After all, the trees saved him from any threat of rainfall, and the water was awfully nice, even when it was only lit from the castle and the far-away moon.

He lingered, and watched, and eventually this would not end terribly well. For now, though, it was perfect.

[[ largely establishy, but can be open to one particular dude he knows... ]]

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[not_every_mage]

Anders had just about firmly established there was no elfroot anywhere on the island, but with the trip with Eleanor coming up it was worth checking again. To go by what she'd told him, it sounded like Rapture was the kind of place where a man might appreciate a healthy supply of potions.

Sometimes elfroot sprouted along coastlines, and that was what lead him to the same path Edward was already on. He squinted before raising an arm in greeting.

"Hello there!" he called. "Didn't expect anyone else to be out this way."

[doesnotkneel]

Edward grinned his way amicably. "Sorry, mate," he called back. "Sometimes I like to wander."

[not_every_mage]

Anders waved a hand through the air dismissively. "It's not a problem. It's not as if I own this bit of woods, is it?"

[doesnotkneel]

"I'd ask you to produce the deed if you claimed to," Edward said, grinning. "But ah, since it belongs to neither you nor me, I suppose there's space enough."

[not_every_mage]

"I'm still not sure who owns any of this," Anders mused, sprawling on a comfortable bit of grass. "Maybe nobody does. Doesn't seem like anyone's trying to keep us out, at least."

[doesnotkneel]

"I reckon if no one's trying to run us out, we're allowed to be here," Edward said, sitting down on the grass himself. "And who would deprive two young people such as ourselves this sort of view?"

[not_every_mage]

"Someone very cruel," Anders said -- and,though it took uncharacteristic restraint, managed not to add anything about Templars. "The ocean here's spectacular."

[doesnotkneel]

"Aye, it's one of the great joys of this place," Edward said, propping up his knee and looking towards the horizon. "We lived much closer to the sea when I was young. Gets me all homesick, this does."

[not_every_mage]

"What was that like?" Anders asked idly. "Where I grew up's nothing to look at, mostly. Rocks and farms. Some trees."

[doesnotkneel]

"It was beautiful," Edward said. He threw Anders a casual glance. "You should see Wales if ever you get the chance, mate. Forests and hills and miles of coastline, water crashing against the rocks. You could sit down and watch the ships pass by as they entered the harbor..."

Edward liked ships.

[not_every_mage]

"Someday, maybe," Anders said wistfully. "Only time I've left Ferelden before here was to see my father's people in the Anderfels. Which is nice, if you like rocks and bare earth. Land got destroyed during a blight and they never rebuilt."