Well it's time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year
WHO: Anders, Nathaniel, and invitees!
WHAT: Fancy birthday party in Camp Shady
WHEN: Harvestmere 27, evening
WHERE: Camp Shady
NOTES: Will update.
WHAT: Fancy birthday party in Camp Shady
WHEN: Harvestmere 27, evening
WHERE: Camp Shady
NOTES: Will update.
Since many Wardens moved into the Kestrel House, there is plenty of space in the camp for a big top tent. Finding enough candlesticks, tables, and chairs required a lot of time and a number of bribes to pull off. The tables are nicely draped with fabric lent by one of Anders' patients, and each is decorated with flowers. The tent is alight and smells like good food--more donations from grateful patients.
One of the Wardens is known for her fiddling, and she plays lively dances and crooning ballads. In the center table is an ice sculpture of a cat chasing a butterfly (you guessed it--donated by a mage patient). It glitters spectacularly in the candlelight.
On the menu is a slow-roasted pig, spiced hot cider, spectacular salads, jams, cakes, delectably seasoned vegetables, a lamb-flank, and your choice of wine. There is even a hard-won bottle of Antivan brandy Nathaniel had to win several card games to achieve.
Relax, enjoy, greet the birthday boy, and mingle. The nights will be cold soon, but under this tent, life glows.
Later on
"Hello, you two. I'm not sharing my cider, but you can have some of the lamb. Garahel will survive, trust me." As she offers a portion to the cat, the mabari huffs, waiting impatiently to devour the rest. "Is now a good time for presents? You were bombarded earlier, and then I didn't want to interrupt your dancing."
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"She'd say hello too if her mouth weren't occupied," Anders says with warmth before he nods. "And please. I'd enjoy it. I've never... I can't say I've not gotten gifts before, Hawke and Jonas seemed obsessed by it, but I'm certain you're familiar with how much of a surprise someone caring about your birthday is."
/steals from Skyrim images
It's a simple toy, really, just a rod and string attached to some feathers, something for the cat to pass the time with. As to the other, it's a finely-crafted puzzle box, of dwarven make.
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And then it's open, and he chuckles. "Dangling feathers are her favorite, and I"m glad to have something that will perhaps save my poor pauldrons. And this..." He turns the puzzle box over in his hands, feeling along the edges and figuring out what it is a few moments later. "Oh, it's splendid. Thank you." A puzzle box. He'll have to figure it out later, and that promises to be fun.
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She picks up her hot cider again, glancing over to where Garahel is busy decimating that lamb. "I remember mine, though I have no plans for it. It's the second of Wintermarch, so First Day celebrations often suffice." And depending on the company, many are often too hungover for more celebration the next day, an arrangement which doesn't bother her in the slightest.
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"Were you interested in plans? Celebrating things is important, even if it's difficult. As in, celebrating things that most people get to have and enjoy." Only after it's out does he realize how that sounds, and Anders shrugs to try to make it sound a little less defiant. "Obviously, what you do is your choice."
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Garahel looks up from his meal and barks, obviously in support of Anders.
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"Something small sounds splendid. Especially as some likely will have hangovers. Of course," Anders looks around, a little in awe, "I asked for small here. This is... far more impressive than I'd expected."
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She glances around, likewise impressed. It's quite a gathering, considering the entertainment and the menu, and the general atmosphere. "Celebrations have a way of expanding beyond our initial plans, don't they? But it's a delightful arrangement, nonetheless. I especially like the feline ice sculpture." She grins, realizing that she should get back into that. It's been a while since she used her ice magic for more than combat or medical needs.
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"I like it as well. I'm not that skilled with ice, I doubt I'll ever be that skilled, which makes it all the more impressive. It's unfortunate that you can't make sculptures with fire, because that's the element I'm most skilled with. Do you think you could do something like that?"
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"Or you could go for an even more interesting trick and make elaborate icicles inside the grand hall." That would be pretty, it would be confusing, it would be fun, and in theory it wouldn't backfire. In theory.
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"That would require a lot of energy, more than I alone could muster. Though the Inquisition has its share of other ice-based mages, does it not? I could see a group effort bearing fruit. Perhaps they'll allow it for First Day celebrations?"
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A lot of the refugees don't really have reason to hang out in the fortress proper, after all. There's some divide here.
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"Or perhaps we could have vague figures too, a generic swordsman, generic mage, generic archer. An ice arch that looks like it's made of ice vines, things that suggest details and don't require too many?"
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"I think that's a yes." Purrelden's steadily gotten used to mabari, and while she ignores most of them as beneath her, she seems to like Garahel and Lady. "I'd approve, at least. Adding cats improves nearly everything."
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"I also think you may wish to memorize this scene while it lats, because she's likely about to end the moment of peace. She doesn't often sit still and quiet for long."
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Purrelden batting at the paw has Garahel twitching it playfully, happy to keep his feline friend occupied. Inessa, observing this, chuckles. "Garahel will go along with it, though if they become too noisy I'll send him outside to cool down. He'll listen to me; it's only when he's wrestling other mabari that I'm not quite certain of that."
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"Purrelden knows what I'm saying, and obeys when she wants to. She wants to more often than she used to, at least. But... Cats. They're intelligent, and obstinate. And I think I love her all the more for it."
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"Believe it or not, I though myself more a cat person before he imprinted on me. I can appreciate intelligence and a little obstinancy just fine. But I turned out to be more Fereldan than I thought, and now I'm fairly certain it would be too much to handle both. Garahel will just have to settle for playtime when he can get it."
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While Anders is watching Purrelden carefully to make sure she doesn't go too far, that doesn't keep him from chuckling at Inessa's words. "The only bit of me that's Fereldan is the accent. ...And the better half, but that doesn't mean I'm about to have a mabari imprint on me. I didn't actually know they imprinted until I got the tiny one for Nate, actually. We got lucky."
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"Lady, is it? I met her when observing the flag competition." Inessa smiles fondly at that, like now a much needed bout of lighthearted fun to combat some dark times. "She's remarkable; I've never seen a miniaturized mabari until now, though like everyone, I've heard about Xenon's bear. Where did you find her?"
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