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WHO: Alejandro Borges
WHAT: Alejandro is in the Undercroft making shit, you can come bother him.
WHEN: Catch-all for Bloomingtide
WHERE: Skyhold Undercroft
NOTES: Alejandro.

OPEN

It's been an eventful time in the Inquisition, and even though he's not been in any field missions -- nor does he really intend to be anytime soon -- there's enough that goes on in Skyhold for anyone to be preoccupied. Whether it's damned mage terrorists hanging around being smug dicks, or a random bizarre illness sweeping over the residents because of weird-as-fuck armor, nothing stays quiet for long.

One day, shit will stop being weird and he'll go back to Antiva or something.

That'll be the day.

But today, specifically, Alejandro is working away, focused on a crafting what seems to be a little soldier figurine of sorts. The figurine is clamped in his prosthetic arm while his real hand is working on the finer details.

ZEVRAN

A simple note had been left for his old friend.

Zev,

Your shit's finished. Come say hello and I'll show you the details.

- Alejandro

Which is true enough. After working on Zevran's request and several bumps in the road, he's developed some things he feels fairly proud of to share. That, and a little something for Zevran himself, if he wants it.

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Alejandro might have some restraint but Hiccup? Not so much. As soon as the word 'lecture' is spoken aloud it is as if some natural force demands that Hiccup roll his eyes, and he does so, with teenage gusto. His coordination is good enough that his hammer work doesn't even slip as the whole of him embraces the eye-roll sympathetically. His entire lanky frame, for just a moment, is one grand reflection of that reflection--it would be a talent if it wasn't deeply annoying.

He ignores the guy's advice, outwardly at least, but it sinks into him like water into a sponge. Oddly enough, nobody had ever accused Hiccup of having skills before. They'd told him quite a lot about what skills and attributes he lacked, he knew all those by heart, but very few people had ever praised him in a more specific way than a slightly worried glance and calling him 'clever.'

Nobody had ever implied that Hiccup could make a difference or save people before, so that was new.

In appreciation, Hiccup sort of scoffs and unconsciously mimics Alejandro's half shrug.

"Yeah," he confirms with a sort of long-suffering sigh that is less based in his age and more based in a decade and a half of explaining this. "I've heard a couple of stories about why my name is Hiccup but the most popular one is: scary names frighten away trolls and malicious spirits."

For a second there is just the sound of his hammering.

He doesn't, at any point, assert that Hiccup is a frightening name.

As he watches, he almost shakes his head; definitely some teenage shit going on here. But he remembers how bad he himself had been, and how Noah had been before he died. Those feelings are very real, and he doesn't know what Hiccup's life is like. He'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

And hey, he's clearly a smart kid.

Alejandro snorts as he sees Hiccup's shrug. Cute.

At the explanation of his name, Alejandro lets that sink in. Most Avvar, from what he remembers, are big, muscled, and definitely not someone you want to immediately demand an arm wrestle match with. This kid is skinny, wiry, and far from the mental image of an Avvar.

Ah.

Well.

"Alejandro. For the record." He watches him hammer for a moment. "I'd say you're doin' just fine on the trolls and spirits front, for the record.

"Your tribe know you're here?"

For as steady as his hands were as he rolled his eyes or scoffed at things, that question is all it takes to unsettle him. His blow slips right as Alejandro finishes that question and the hammer, one he'd clearly brought with him to Skyhold, scrapes loudly against his work and then clangs against the anvil.

They're in a forge so, honestly, the sound gets swallowed up pretty fast...but the fact that he'd frozen up and missed his blow, after several hours of delicate meticulous hammering, well, that was an answer in and of itself, wasn't it?

After a long, silent moment, Hiccup glances back at him and nods in quick greeting.

"Alejandro?" He asks in a tone that's nervous bordering on sarcastic. "You've literally got hand in your name and you think Hiccup is weird?"

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Hiccup, master of redirection.