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[elegiaque]

WHO: Gwenaëlle Vauquelin + YOU.
WHAT: A catch-all to get acquainted.
WHEN: During this month.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Starters (open + closed) in the comments - PM or matriarchal if you'd like an individual starter or feel free to just pop one up of your own!

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[glandival]

See that? The more amiable Sabine. An occurrence that could get marked on a calendar. Maybe Gwen allows her to be her best self.

She stares past the Big Elf towards where the Little Noble is stomping away, sharply assessing, a quality that lessens once she steers her attention back up, a look at that arm as if considering its intent, before she curls a hand in the crook of its elbow. A sound of amusement from her face, channeled through nasal passages, a crooked smile. A bath--

--isn't a bad idea, granted.

"Oui monsieur," sounds affirmative, anyway. "But I'd have your name also first."

[rowancrowned]

He'll pay for this later, he knows. And he had been doing so well with gentling Gwenaëlle, but- everything has a price.

"Thranduil," he says, and leaves it at that. "I do believe I heard your name in the midst of- that- but could you fault me for seeking a polite introduction to a lady?"

He deftly steers them through Skyhold proper, aiming for backways and servants routes to get them to the bathing area unseen. That it leaves them time to speak is only a bonus.

"Might I ask what happened there? I am afraid I entered the fray late." He opens doors for her, and the politeness is not feigned. His manner, though purposefully pompous, mostly for her amusement, is still based in routine, in habit.