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rowancrowned) wrote2015-03-22 06:02 pm
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Messere Thranduil--
Are you well enough we might speak?
The Lady Vauquelin told me you'd knowledge of the rifters. Something that might help us unravel the plague.
Are you well enough we might speak?
The Lady Vauquelin told me you'd knowledge of the rifters. Something that might help us unravel the plague.
[ sharply: ] I am well. We may speak.
[ myr is one of the only people he'd allow to see him right now, but he's cloistered himself away and disinclined to leave his nest. ]
What knowledge do you seek?
[ myr is one of the only people he'd allow to see him right now, but he's cloistered himself away and disinclined to leave his nest. ]
What knowledge do you seek?
[ softly: ] Speak with me. Stay, here, where I can hear you though I cannot hold you.
( thranduil had asked her to write a letter to her father; to acknowledge what had happened, the value of discretion. in the end, and weeks later, what she commits to paper honors...the letter of that request, if not its spirit. )
Comte Vauquelin,
Never imagine that I wouldn't destroy myself to spite you. Do not give me cause.
Your daughter.
Comte Vauquelin,
Never imagine that I wouldn't destroy myself to spite you. Do not give me cause.
Your daughter.
( the vauquelin estate is bustling with activity—activity that gwenaëlle largely doesn't need to oversee, servants returning to their duties after a long absence and returning the house to rights after so long closed up. if any of them think it's interesting that the fireplace in her sitting room saw use or that furs were piled in front of it, they observe her fail to remark and therefore say nothing, themselves.
she leaves them to it when thranduil joins her, hardie padding off in search of the other recent return, kieran. it's almost like a trade, since she knows he will soon be away— )
Are you spending the night before you leave?
she leaves them to it when thranduil joins her, hardie padding off in search of the other recent return, kieran. it's almost like a trade, since she knows he will soon be away— )
Are you spending the night before you leave?
Has my room been aired out? I would not mind staying in Enchanter Julius' quarters, if it is prepared.
[ really, he's hardly (officially) here anymore, he wouldn't begrudge it for being at the bottom of some intelligent housekeeper's list. ]
I ought to return to the Gallows. She will want us well-rested, when we set off.
[ but the lure of good company and good food is strong. they stand next to one another, space enough between them to be proper, but the way he glances over and down, well. it is best they are alone, even with the bustle outside the doors. ]
[ really, he's hardly (officially) here anymore, he wouldn't begrudge it for being at the bottom of some intelligent housekeeper's list. ]
I ought to return to the Gallows. She will want us well-rested, when we set off.
[ but the lure of good company and good food is strong. they stand next to one another, space enough between them to be proper, but the way he glances over and down, well. it is best they are alone, even with the bustle outside the doors. ]
[ The supper is simple enough, the same meat pies that are currently being served in the dining hall. Beleth doesn't need to impress anyone here. She does bring out some nice wine, but it's less that she wishes to impress him, and more that she suspects they'll both need it for the upcoming conversation.
He's one of the few that she bothers to get the door for, and she opens it with a polite smile. She's had time to think about the whole thing, and finds that even now, it's hard to come to a solid decision. Hopefully, Thranduil's words will sway her to one side or another.
Not that it really matters, she supposes. He hardly needs her permission to engage in relationships. ]
Thank you for coming, Thranduil. I hope this isn't too much of an inconvenience, I just thought it might be more appropriate to speak, ah. Face to face.
[ And without Gwen lurking about, thanks. ]
He's one of the few that she bothers to get the door for, and she opens it with a polite smile. She's had time to think about the whole thing, and finds that even now, it's hard to come to a solid decision. Hopefully, Thranduil's words will sway her to one side or another.
Not that it really matters, she supposes. He hardly needs her permission to engage in relationships. ]
Thank you for coming, Thranduil. I hope this isn't too much of an inconvenience, I just thought it might be more appropriate to speak, ah. Face to face.
[ And without Gwen lurking about, thanks. ]
Not in the least, [ he demurs, stepping inside and closing the door after himself. he knows, by now, which is the guest chair and which is beleth's, and takes that for guests, crossing one leg over the other and resting his folded hands in his lap.] I much prefer dining with you than dining in the mess.
[ so often they walk the same paths as the mages and templars walked, repeating their lives in such small ways, eating and sleeping where they did. he deviates rather gladly.
the door is closed, and he sees no one else in the office, so he begins, before she has even set the table. ]
You take umbrage with my choice. I understand. I would think less of you if you did not.
[ so often they walk the same paths as the mages and templars walked, repeating their lives in such small ways, eating and sleeping where they did. he deviates rather gladly.
the door is closed, and he sees no one else in the office, so he begins, before she has even set the table. ]
You take umbrage with my choice. I understand. I would think less of you if you did not.
Edited 2018-03-19 01:41 (UTC)
[Enjoy the super chill snow storm behind her because she's outside a tent in the Sunless Lands so no one overhears this pressing information she can't keep to herself any longer.]
I have a question but also answers. Maybe. I think. There are pieces I've put together but I didn't know who else I could speak to of it; Grey Wardens, what do you know about them? Not the face for the world but deeper, darker, the older parts?
I have a question but also answers. Maybe. I think. There are pieces I've put together but I didn't know who else I could speak to of it; Grey Wardens, what do you know about them? Not the face for the world but deeper, darker, the older parts?
You came to me with your pieces.
[ he's pleased. perhaps a moment or two of rolling it over in his mind. ]
They are foul. Some secret rot. How or why, I do not know.
[ he's pleased. perhaps a moment or two of rolling it over in his mind. ]
They are foul. Some secret rot. How or why, I do not know.
Think what you will of me, Your Majesty, but do not mock my cousin when he mourns the loss of family. People may very well come and go; we have accepted as much, yet even Finweans have hearts. As to the question about my possessions, I will hardly need them in the Halls.
- Maedhros
- Maedhros
Edited 2018-03-30 06:27 (UTC)
[ his voice is precise, though lacking the edge that would make it sharp. ]
Do you know what we are? Have you considered it, even once, in all your time here?
Do you know what we are? Have you considered it, even once, in all your time here?
Cedoux leaked. We must assume all mages upon base aware. They are threatening to walk.
[ to cease work, actually. but it's hard to get much detail out of your intentionally vague stuttering rebel fiancee. hi thranduil, how are you? ]
Handle Ashara. I need locate Voss.
[ to cease work, actually. but it's hard to get much detail out of your intentionally vague stuttering rebel fiancee. hi thranduil, how are you? ]
Handle Ashara. I need locate Voss.
Edited (edits this 2 avoid infomodding!!) 2018-04-01 03:52 (UTC)
Fools, all of them, do they not realize we are at war?
[ biting back his anger. ]
Let them. I will make arrangements. Are there any who remain steadfast?
[ biting back his anger. ]
Let them. I will make arrangements. Are there any who remain steadfast?
no sweat on time do ur finals fight them in the face i'll just forget otherwise; action
aestivation
2018-04-18 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's two days into the strike before casimir seems, at last, to notice.
he has, of course. but there's a divide between observation and action, one made wider by the abrupt addition of responsibilities. the strike's a surprise — less of one, for nell's questions — but you wouldn't know it from his face or his work. the pace adjusts. he says little, abandons the performance of reaction, and finally,
there's a lull. a knock on thranduil's door, a figure in the doorway. ]
Provost. Do you have a moment?
he has, of course. but there's a divide between observation and action, one made wider by the abrupt addition of responsibilities. the strike's a surprise — less of one, for nell's questions — but you wouldn't know it from his face or his work. the pace adjusts. he says little, abandons the performance of reaction, and finally,
there's a lull. a knock on thranduil's door, a figure in the doorway. ]
Provost. Do you have a moment?
[ thranduil is both mourning his lack of power and very much appreciating what he does had. there have been a few tasks utterly eliminated for lack of manpower, but the remaining few are running smoothly, if so terribly interwoven that any other upset will have the apple cart less 'spilled' and more 'utterly annihilated', but given his stances as of late, it is clear who he will blame.
certainly not casimir, whom he beckons in, and gestures to the chair of before his desk. he shan't stand on ceremony with casimir of all people. ]
For you? Yes. What is it?
[ casimir wouldn't trouble him with- anything. casimir only asks for something when he is in need of it. ]
certainly not casimir, whom he beckons in, and gestures to the chair of before his desk. he shan't stand on ceremony with casimir of all people. ]
For you? Yes. What is it?
[ casimir wouldn't trouble him with- anything. casimir only asks for something when he is in need of it. ]
[ The first task Iorveth takes to when arriving in the Gallows is to explore - map the area as well as the people. He's ever made it a point to know every winding path, every cliff, every cave, and every stream in the forests his Scoia'tael took shelter in. Vantage points, escape routes, difficult terrain and paths to resources. The Gallows is the same in his mind, except much uglier. As for the people, they're all unknown elements to him, a thought Iorveth loathes.
He's never been much of a conversationalist, so he wanders, listens closely to voices around him, inspects who associates with who, and the dynamics there. Once making it to the tower holding offices of the division leads, he's looking for empty room to snoop through. Left out documents, maps, correspondence.
Iorveth happens on Thranduil's while the division head is away (or at least appearing to be), and pads quietly in. Iorveth's barely glanced over the desk top when his eyes are caught by the glinting metal of elegant twin blades displayed on a wall. The design of them is so familiar, and it feels ancient under his eyes. Like drawings and stories he'd heard of when his people were proud and prosperous, craftsmanship rivaled by none, art in all that their hands touched.
He'll be utterly lost in awe of the blades for a good while, likely missing it entirely should Thranduil return to his office in the meantime. ]
He's never been much of a conversationalist, so he wanders, listens closely to voices around him, inspects who associates with who, and the dynamics there. Once making it to the tower holding offices of the division leads, he's looking for empty room to snoop through. Left out documents, maps, correspondence.
Iorveth happens on Thranduil's while the division head is away (or at least appearing to be), and pads quietly in. Iorveth's barely glanced over the desk top when his eyes are caught by the glinting metal of elegant twin blades displayed on a wall. The design of them is so familiar, and it feels ancient under his eyes. Like drawings and stories he'd heard of when his people were proud and prosperous, craftsmanship rivaled by none, art in all that their hands touched.
He'll be utterly lost in awe of the blades for a good while, likely missing it entirely should Thranduil return to his office in the meantime. ]
[ there has been a recent surge of people simply walking into his office as though they belong there. gwenaëlle, he understands, and then she began bringing friends, and inevitably coupe will try it again as well, hopefully without axe in hand this time.
leviathan returns to the room before him, all nug-hand-feet and cheerful good nug nature, wuffling into the room like he owns it, before he makes for the desk and the person by it. he sniffs excitedly at boots that do not smell like gallows rug or gallows floor, squeaks, and then tumbles under the desk.
thranduil, holding a small sack of provisions in one hand and the door open in the other. he takes in iorveth, spares a moment to be thankful that the most incriminating paper on the table is the recent report on lost settlements and reordered maps, and lets the door close behind him. ]
I did not take you for a swordsman. Would you like to hold them?
leviathan returns to the room before him, all nug-hand-feet and cheerful good nug nature, wuffling into the room like he owns it, before he makes for the desk and the person by it. he sniffs excitedly at boots that do not smell like gallows rug or gallows floor, squeaks, and then tumbles under the desk.
thranduil, holding a small sack of provisions in one hand and the door open in the other. he takes in iorveth, spares a moment to be thankful that the most incriminating paper on the table is the recent report on lost settlements and reordered maps, and lets the door close behind him. ]
I did not take you for a swordsman. Would you like to hold them?
[ Beleth poses the meeting as a simple one, no division leader business, just the two of them getting a chance to spend time with each other. When she poses the question, it’s with a casual ease that probably means she spent half an hour rehearsing it. ]
Would it be remiss of me to ask you advice? On a, ah. Personal matter. ]
Would it be remiss of me to ask you advice? On a, ah. Personal matter. ]
Of course not.
[ the reply comes easily, matched with a smile and a marked increase in interest. ]
[ the reply comes easily, matched with a smile and a marked increase in interest. ]
❰ it's the second time adalia has shown up at thranduil's office door, but this time she doesn't bother to knock. iorveth has suggested she speak to thranduil in person, and adalia can see the merit of that, but she's still nursing some bruised pride, so she's not as willing to be polite as she may otherwise be. ❱
Provost. Iorveth suggested I come speak with you.
❰ with the Significant Eyebrows that suggest it's a matter of importance, and a motion toward closing the door behind her, so they may speak in private. ❱
Provost. Iorveth suggested I come speak with you.
❰ with the Significant Eyebrows that suggest it's a matter of importance, and a motion toward closing the door behind her, so they may speak in private. ❱
Did he, [ thranduil says, and beckons her in. ] Close the door.
[ because those eyebrows clearly mean that this isn't something to be overheard. ]
[ because those eyebrows clearly mean that this isn't something to be overheard. ]
Galadriel was used to some level of care with Thranduil's communications. He was hot, by trade, a man who spoke lightly. However, considering that they had a whole language none in Thedas could hope to decypher...it was strange to recieve a request to meet in his rooms. She did as she was bade, of course, and wondered what news might inspire such heightened secrecy.
"Gwanur nin," Galadriel greets as she enters.
"Gwanur nin," Galadriel greets as she enters.
Thranduil does not wear his excitement like a mortal man; jumpiness or elation is a trait outgrown in the first century or so. Emotions are worn down like a stone in a stream; the edges smoothed, odd patterns worn in. She knows how to read anticipation on him like the deer can sense a forest fire-- here in the way he turns on his heel from his desk to greet here, there in the way he holds his hands and arms.
To anyone else, they would blend in. And he knows she can see them, makes no sense to hide them. He would be politer about the whole of it, but instead he waits until she closes the door and draws his own version of the Girdle about them, deafening the rest of the world, no matter how high they might raise their voices.
"We are not alone," he returns, also in Quendi.
To anyone else, they would blend in. And he knows she can see them, makes no sense to hide them. He would be politer about the whole of it, but instead he waits until she closes the door and draws his own version of the Girdle about them, deafening the rest of the world, no matter how high they might raise their voices.
"We are not alone," he returns, also in Quendi.
The weapons are finished. You are welcome to collect them at your leisure.
- M
(By "finished", Maedhros means he is pleased with the results. As such, he will not hand them over to just anyone. He is not a presence one wants to be trapped or injured by and he is protective of his projects.)
P.S. - If lessons are needed in making the most of the blades, you need only ask.
- M
(By "finished", Maedhros means he is pleased with the results. As such, he will not hand them over to just anyone. He is not a presence one wants to be trapped or injured by and he is protective of his projects.)
P.S. - If lessons are needed in making the most of the blades, you need only ask.
[ his leisure is that evening, presenting himself at maedhros' (and fingon's) door, one hand holding the strings of a purse, the other mid-air after knocking. ]
crystal; No rush on this I know there's a lot on I just didn't want to lose my thoughts
arcaneadvisor
2018-06-12 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Thranduil, when you have time there are matters I would discuss about my mother. Theories you might be interested in. There...there was a thing overlooked, and another brought to light that I can discuss with so few.
[If she sounds worried, it's because she is. Because there are implications here that she will have to address.]
[If she sounds worried, it's because she is. Because there are implications here that she will have to address.]
[ morrigan sounding worried gives more weight to her words. ]
Shall I come to you, my lady?
[ yes, he is very interested in theories. ]
Shall I come to you, my lady?
[ yes, he is very interested in theories. ]
idk what time i was planning originally say it's bedtime for teenage boyos
arcaneadvisor
- 2018-07-24 17:48 (UTC) - Expanda heap, also hit me if he wouldn't have Geldauran's claim.
rowancrowned
- 2018-07-26 02:16 (UTC) - ExpandProvost,
I know you have much to look to at present. If I could trouble you for a meeting so we might discuss an idea I have had for approaching the Chantry and persuading them that supporting rifter phylacteries is against their interests, I would be much obliged. It relates to the discussed that we and others had via the crystals recently.
Do not fear that my hand will be stayed from the effort if you do not have time for such a meeting, I simply felt it might serve well to share information of my plans with you, and see if you had insights that might allow them to be better polished. I have been gathering information and efforts.
Yours sincerely,
Knight-Enchanter Amsel
( writing "ambassador" is weird, bruh )
I know you have much to look to at present. If I could trouble you for a meeting so we might discuss an idea I have had for approaching the Chantry and persuading them that supporting rifter phylacteries is against their interests, I would be much obliged. It relates to the discussed that we and others had via the crystals recently.
Do not fear that my hand will be stayed from the effort if you do not have time for such a meeting, I simply felt it might serve well to share information of my plans with you, and see if you had insights that might allow them to be better polished. I have been gathering information and efforts.
Yours sincerely,
Knight-Enchanter Amsel
( writing "ambassador" is weird, bruh )
Edited 2018-06-18 10:42 (UTC)
On Thranduil's desk the next time he enters his office, he’ll find a small wooden box containing a signet ring of roughly accurate size for him to wear.
Engraved intaglio in (cheap) black stone: A tree, its branches extending up toward stylized lines, not quite so explicit as to indicate daylight. But perhaps to suggest it.
The style and make are likely familiar — similar, if not an exact match, to that which Coupe uses on personal correspondence. No note’s been attached, because that would be far too considerate.
[ Kitty's voice is a touch on the awkward side. She might already have tried and failed to reach Thranduil due to grossly mispronouncing his name when she spoke it to the crystal. ]
Hullo. This is - My name's Kitty, and I'm a rifter who's probably going to join the research division. You're...the one in charge, right?
Hullo. This is - My name's Kitty, and I'm a rifter who's probably going to join the research division. You're...the one in charge, right?
[ someone, somewhere, probably by the name of thrandool, is getting an awful lot of mail and messages he shouldn't be. ]
I am. [ smooth and confident. ] I assume you have questions.
I am. [ smooth and confident. ] I assume you have questions.
Provost.
[The name is infused with both respect, and a sense of grimness. Neither one of them is going to like this conversation.]
This is Knight Commander James Norrington, serah. We have a problem. One of the Rifters has admitted to courting demons for favors. I am required, by recent events that have transpired, to report this to the head of Forces. I am coming to you first, knowing that you are highly regarded amongst both Rifters and the people of Thedas, especially within the Ranks of the Inquisition ... so I would ask for your assistance in not making this matter ... a political nightmare.
[The name is infused with both respect, and a sense of grimness. Neither one of them is going to like this conversation.]
This is Knight Commander James Norrington, serah. We have a problem. One of the Rifters has admitted to courting demons for favors. I am required, by recent events that have transpired, to report this to the head of Forces. I am coming to you first, knowing that you are highly regarded amongst both Rifters and the people of Thedas, especially within the Ranks of the Inquisition ... so I would ask for your assistance in not making this matter ... a political nightmare.
Knight Commander, [ with equal reverence. ]
This is a grave matter, and because it is a grave matter, I would ask if you are positive that this is what you heard. If you could repeat what they say verbatim to me, I would feel comfortable acting, and acting with all due seriousness.
This is a grave matter, and because it is a grave matter, I would ask if you are positive that this is what you heard. If you could repeat what they say verbatim to me, I would feel comfortable acting, and acting with all due seriousness.
pre-tevinter/post-negotiation announcement (bronach devours the concept of time for breakfast)
earthbones
2018-07-25 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hunting allows her to come by it all, and the Inquisition has ever been glad of the meat, unquestioning of what she'll do with the rest.
Thranduil is tall. Altmer tall and it burns, it burns through every inch of Brónach and the silence she kept, a rage that throttled the screams down into her throat until her mouth was full of blood upon shutting herself in the smithy by the tanning rack, bent forward over it furious, sweating.
Thranduil is tall, near as gold as they are, and how many of the elves here reach for him as the Thalmor do the bygone days of Aldmeris?
With Nocturnal's blessing her hushed feet bring her to the Provost's office with her gift in her arms, with a prayer to fucking Sithis coiled within her, but no, just a gift left on his desk. He might know it from descriptions she's given, might guess, the whole of it is seared in her mind from childhood. A tall hooded coat of black and gold in the style of the Justiciar that stalks her nightmares of Skyrim and Valenwood both.
A single sheet of vellum (how Brónach comes by most things is a question best not asked) with a dark handprint upon it in the style of the Dark Brotherhood he doesn't know, and a neater hand than would be credited to a Bosmer who lives half her life in the wilds.]
By my hand and my seal.
[If they are to be as them, then someone should know the words.]
Thranduil is tall. Altmer tall and it burns, it burns through every inch of Brónach and the silence she kept, a rage that throttled the screams down into her throat until her mouth was full of blood upon shutting herself in the smithy by the tanning rack, bent forward over it furious, sweating.
Thranduil is tall, near as gold as they are, and how many of the elves here reach for him as the Thalmor do the bygone days of Aldmeris?
With Nocturnal's blessing her hushed feet bring her to the Provost's office with her gift in her arms, with a prayer to fucking Sithis coiled within her, but no, just a gift left on his desk. He might know it from descriptions she's given, might guess, the whole of it is seared in her mind from childhood. A tall hooded coat of black and gold in the style of the Justiciar that stalks her nightmares of Skyrim and Valenwood both.
A single sheet of vellum (how Brónach comes by most things is a question best not asked) with a dark handprint upon it in the style of the Dark Brotherhood he doesn't know, and a neater hand than would be credited to a Bosmer who lives half her life in the wilds.]
By my hand and my seal.
[If they are to be as them, then someone should know the words.]
Bronach, [ because who else could tan leather this fine, even without her stories, he has a faint idea of what he has been gifted. ] I would hope you have not singled me out in giving me such a fine gift; this seems just the sort of thing that Obi-Wan would love to wear.
Though the choice of gifting-tag is ominous; have you scrubbed the ink from your hand, yet?
Though the choice of gifting-tag is ominous; have you scrubbed the ink from your hand, yet?
( the comings and goings in the gallows as gwenaëlle returns to it have a particular flow to them—they are mostly goings. the excursion to tevinter is soon, by the busy activity and its particular direction; perhaps within the day. she thinks perhaps she might have missed thranduil entirely, isn't sure whether she prefers to have done or not—
but, no.
she imagines he intended for her to find this, after he left; it has that look about it, and she knows he's attached to the party that'll go as far as minrathous. it can't be entirely a surprise that she beats him to it, when serving staff have already brought up her belongings, but she'd dawdled long enough he might have thought he'd be gone before she finally climbed the stairs.
there are flowers still in his hands, his back to her, when she says, )
This is an approach.
( —neutrally. )
but, no.
she imagines he intended for her to find this, after he left; it has that look about it, and she knows he's attached to the party that'll go as far as minrathous. it can't be entirely a surprise that she beats him to it, when serving staff have already brought up her belongings, but she'd dawdled long enough he might have thought he'd be gone before she finally climbed the stairs.
there are flowers still in his hands, his back to her, when she says, )
This is an approach.
( —neutrally. )
Edited 2018-08-01 10:02 (UTC)
[ he has put (what seems like) nearly every flower available in kirkwall to use. they are in vase and then pot when they ran out of those, and whatever was watertight when pots ran scarce, and the nug is eating what looks to be thistle where it was placed too near to the ground, so yes, the room is awash with flowers in several colors.
he turns, peonies in hand, and says: ]
An approach.
[ he agrees with her, and shifts the flowers to the crook of his arm. with his other, he holds out a hand, palm up, a little glass vessel is in it. ]
A gift, [ he says, ] to smash on the flagstones, if you please. I was not expecting to see you until I returned to Tevinter.
[ he's caught in the act, you see, unprepared and underdressed, still weary from the ride back from skyhold, making his explanations for the negotiations all afternoon and evening. ]
I owe you a conversation, if you will have one.
he turns, peonies in hand, and says: ]
An approach.
[ he agrees with her, and shifts the flowers to the crook of his arm. with his other, he holds out a hand, palm up, a little glass vessel is in it. ]
A gift, [ he says, ] to smash on the flagstones, if you please. I was not expecting to see you until I returned to Tevinter.
[ he's caught in the act, you see, unprepared and underdressed, still weary from the ride back from skyhold, making his explanations for the negotiations all afternoon and evening. ]
I owe you a conversation, if you will have one.
a note (for when thranduil gets back so he has a nice thing)
inagutterson
2018-08-05 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Thranduil!
You were away in a place with rich rude dwarves and horrible mages but I was here where there is at least one good dwarf! And he had me come play with lots of other nugs! Some of them were much bigger nugs than me and I was afraid but they were all very good, they shared their food politely and we went on walks around the Gallows and to the stables.
(The dwarf has lots of furs to sleep in, it was snuggly, and the big goose nestled in too.)
I learnt a new thing when you were gone and maybe we can all do it together and I can teach you! Diamondback! A good dwarf game because nugs should know dwarf games. There wasn't room in the dwarf room so we went to the stables and it was snug and played until it was time to eat and sleep.
It was a long time you were away, you were missed.
Signed
[With a little slightly smudged nug hand-footprint. Written in Yngvi's customary scrawl. He has no excuse he's just bored and Orzammar was terrible and he is worried and upset about people he cares about maybe being eaten by dragons.]
You were away in a place with rich rude dwarves and horrible mages but I was here where there is at least one good dwarf! And he had me come play with lots of other nugs! Some of them were much bigger nugs than me and I was afraid but they were all very good, they shared their food politely and we went on walks around the Gallows and to the stables.
(The dwarf has lots of furs to sleep in, it was snuggly, and the big goose nestled in too.)
I learnt a new thing when you were gone and maybe we can all do it together and I can teach you! Diamondback! A good dwarf game because nugs should know dwarf games. There wasn't room in the dwarf room so we went to the stables and it was snug and played until it was time to eat and sleep.
It was a long time you were away, you were missed.
Signed
[With a little slightly smudged nug hand-footprint. Written in Yngvi's customary scrawl. He has no excuse he's just bored and Orzammar was terrible and he is worried and upset about people he cares about maybe being eaten by dragons.]
[ It's the night after Solas had spent his evening with Galadriel, tied up in her bed doing nothing more than venturing through dreams together. He left her early that morning, making his way across Kirkwall without any hesitation in his steps, quick and sharp as he makes his way towards some of the most familiar walls; Thranduil's office.
He stands, hesitant, pausing at the doorway as he had with Galadriel's, but he breathes.
Some of the anxiety is gone, but the nerves are still there. He is uncertain, he is on edge, and he knocks, trying to smother it. ]
He stands, hesitant, pausing at the doorway as he had with Galadriel's, but he breathes.
Some of the anxiety is gone, but the nerves are still there. He is uncertain, he is on edge, and he knocks, trying to smother it. ]
[ thranduil opens it; to the office, which is serene as ever, the window open to catch some of the harbour breeze, and the bedroom beyond it, which looks to be in the midst of a tornado, that is: clothes flung about-- he is packing for tevinter. ]
Solas? [ his hair, braided back, severe, from his face. ] Come in.
Solas? [ his hair, braided back, severe, from his face. ] Come in.
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