[OPEN]

[noble_son]

Who: Nathaniel Howe & OPEN
Where: Various locations
When: July
Rating: PG
Summary: Open log for July
The Story:

Indoors; Roof

[Maybe it's strange - how often he's up here. He found it once by accident, and after missing the door a few times after that, thinks he might just have it pinned down by now. Doubtless the place will eventually find a way to prove him wrong, but Nathaniel finds himself wandering up to the open space offered by the roof more often than he thought it might be able to tempt him.

When the weather is good (which it often is), he sits with his back against the straight edge of the roof and reads a book, or perches on the very edge of the flat section with his feet hanging down over the dizzying height. They call it a mansion, but he has never seen any building of such a size that would be given such a name. Yet, a castle would not suit it either.

He pays little attention to the comings and goings - which are rare enough. Nathaniel has never been what you would call a 'people person' and time spent in the forced company of several dozen people has not changed that any more than his time with the Wardens did.

Indoors; Kitchen

[The third time he walks into the kitchen that month, Nathaniel's sigh is very much audible. There is something about a kitchen that shifts layout every time you walk into it that, while novel the first few times, becomes incredibly tiring when you just want to make a mug of tea.

He opens a few cupboards first, before looking over his shoulder to address the person closest to him.]

Would you happen to know where the tea is?

[He swears, he has been here for long enough to be able to find the tea. Maybe he's asked that person once before, this month. The tone of his voice says he might be aware of the fact.]

Outdoors; Lake

[Several of the more pleasant days - and even the more overcast ones - put Nathaniel by the newly formed lake. There is something about it that is far more calming than the ocean, something more familiar, and he even considers fishing... though not for quite long enough that the idea sticks.

He walks the entire circumference of the lake more than once, using the peace and quiet as an opportunity that most other places around the mansion and its grounds do not give him. For a place that's so big, it can often seem so crowded, and in the time he has been here he has begun to value his own space in a way that he wasn't able to in the close quarters often afforded by the Grey Wardens.

The walks seem to cheer him, in any case. Now and then, he even has a cat tucked inside his jacket, who peeks out and mews at anyone he passes.