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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[gatheringstorm]

Her appetite, forgotten in all the excitement while cheering on participants, resurfaces with a vengeance upon seeing those mouth-watering meat skewers. With a broad smile, she snags a ram one first, and an ale cup. "Thanks, Kas. These look delicious. It reminds me of those that Tama used to make. If we go back north sometime, she'd give us enough to feed an even larger army than this."

[issala]

That grin only goes wider as she grabs some food, and he digs in on one of his own as soon as she relieves him of one ale cup. "They're grilled just right and tastes like perfect street food. We used to fight about stuff like these like rabid dogs..."

Kas takes a drink to swallow down the food. "I'd like that. To see your Tama, I mean." He pauses a bit, thoughtful as he bites off anoter piece of ram. "Between going there and visiting Gorse's family... it will be nice to see some qunari families. Not just... what we had." He's realizing more and more that Nehraa Anaan wasn't as good as he thought it was while growing up.

[gatheringstorm]

"I'm sure we can make that happen, Kas. Hell, it'd be just like her to charge down south just to see everything for herself. She may have a lot of years on her, but you'd never know it the way she tears about." Korrin can only hope to match that standard, assuming she gets to reach that age. "Hey, we have a little time before we're to head out west. We could go surprise Gorse and his family with a visit. It might be a while before we have that kind of time again."

[issala]

He laughs a little at that, but there's a little happy smile still resting there even afterwards. Awesome women were his jam, okay? The thought of little old ladies with war axes just made his day.

"...yeah. I'd like that. I really miss him, and it sounded like his family was amazing." There's a small shrug, and he takes another bite off his skewer. "It shouldn't take too long, right?"