Dagna was in the Undercraft, as always. It was something of a home away from home for her, disregarding the fact that she didn't really have a primary home to be away from. And the fact that she was paid to be there, which wasn't a typical attribute of any kind of home. Details, details.
So far, the day had been somewhat lowkey. Not a single explosion! Instead of working with lyrium, or runes, or any kind of magical theory, Dagna was experimenting with something simple: attempting to strengthen dawnstone. At one point, she had tried a concoction that backfired and disintegrated part of a table-- but disintegrating was totally different from exploding. Not exactly safer, but less singed eyebrows!
Beleth often visited the Undercroft, for a variety of reasons. Occasionally, it was to make a run, or a new bow. Sometimes, it was to request new armor. More than a few times, she'd appeared to rearrange the decorations of Skyhold, much to the chagrin of both Josephine and Vivienne. Beleth tried to keep both women on her side, but that wouldn't stop her from decking out her castle with the Dalish insignia everywhere she could fly it. And quite frankly, if she wanted an Avvar bed, that was no business but her own.
But even so, she knew that a leader who ignored her followers was a poor leader indeed, and she would always stop to greet both dwarf and man who toiled there for her. Today, with Dagna bent over what appeared to be a table sporting a new hole, she decided to prioritize talking to her over whatever else plans she might have had.
"Are you...alright?" She asked cautiously, peering at the table, with the type of alarm one might normally hold for a powder keg with a flame encroaching on it.
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11/10/15 01:34 (UTC)So far, the day had been somewhat lowkey. Not a single explosion! Instead of working with lyrium, or runes, or any kind of magical theory, Dagna was experimenting with something simple: attempting to strengthen dawnstone. At one point, she had tried a concoction that backfired and disintegrated part of a table-- but disintegrating was totally different from exploding. Not exactly safer, but less singed eyebrows!
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11/10/15 22:06 (UTC)But even so, she knew that a leader who ignored her followers was a poor leader indeed, and she would always stop to greet both dwarf and man who toiled there for her. Today, with Dagna bent over what appeared to be a table sporting a new hole, she decided to prioritize talking to her over whatever else plans she might have had.
"Are you...alright?" She asked cautiously, peering at the table, with the type of alarm one might normally hold for a powder keg with a flame encroaching on it.