In the summer, I remember

[rowancrowned]

WHO: Thranduil, Legolas, anyone good with a bow or who enjoys the wine on offer.
WHAT: ROOTY TOOTY POINT N SHOOTY ARCHERY CONTEST
WHEN: 8th of Bloomingtide, midmorning until sunset.
WHERE: Valley
NOTES: log for a friendly wager! 

The eighth of Bloomingtide began as a chilly morning; not quite cold enough to leave frost on the budding flowers and fresh-sprouted plants in the heights of Skyhold, but nearly, nearly.

By the time the sun was been in the sky for a few hours, most of the early-morning chill had burned off, leaving a day that promised to be nearly too-hot for those who would be stuck in full-plate and in direct sunlight. Thranduil wasn’t expecting any to come clanking down to his little fete, but had none the less secured a spot in the shade. Varric had apparently found him while he was still working on organizing—the target launchers are set neatly in line with everything else. Along the clay pigeon launchers were the standard, stock targets, blindfolds—and on a table off to the side was a few bottles of sweet wine beside loaves of brown bread and hard cheeses.

The contest did not pretend to be anything other than what it was; a chance to meet, and mingle, and possibly show off archery skills. The purses wrested next to the wine and cheese and Thranduil himself. He had found a chair to rest in while waiting for the contestants to arrive, dressed plainer than he had so far allowed himself to be seen. On his fingers, four rings glittered—but his confidence in Legolas was so absolute, he doubted he would lose even one before the days was out.

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[suplexpert]

Cade. It's hard to not know that name. Taaranda doesn't know anything good about him, but she understands how Korrin must feel about him. Still, in her mind, they're all on the same side. There's no need for such tensions.

"No, don't do that!" she squeaks, as if Lena really would. In her heart, she knows better, but still! "I know how you must feel about him, but we're all Inquisition now. We should work together. That goes for all of us."

[gatheringstorm]

Lena's comment prompts a lip twitch from Korrin, who may not seriously consider it and yet the mental image is definitely satisfying. There's a glint of amusement as well as a forming smirk at Cade's reaction, though the Vashoth mage doesn't step forward or make any other threatening moves.

Hearing Taaranda, she pretends to think it over, though either one of them can easily guess which way she'll swing. "...I suppose she doesn't have to squash his head, but only because you asked, Taar. The Inquisition still needs pack mules and the like. You're gettin' off light." She points at Cade, still respecting the muck on her boots more than she respects him, but he won't actually come to physical harm with her around. He's not worth going to the dungeons for, after all.

[fightingdirty]

Lena rolls her eyes at Taar's ooey gooey "all working together" crap, but stays silent, switching her attention to watch Cade like a predator looking at its prey. In the end, she won't do anything to him as long as Korrin says not to, but she can sure try to put the fear of the Maker into him.

"Fine. I can wait until the next offense to do it." Which is either her looking forward to the next time the guy goes crazy, or a warning to him to never go crazy again. With her it's sort of hard to tell.

[onlyhymns]

If only she knew! The fear of the Maker has been in him for as long as he can remember. As well as the fear of... most other things, really.

Cade remains where he is, his own heartbeat thundering in his ears, barely hearing what the women are saying and simply knowing that he can't react in any way that would aggravate them. He looks down, willing them away with all his might, as motionless as a hare hoping a wolf pack will pass him by untouched.