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[drazhada]

WHO: maia & ota
WHAT: what the heck, so this is what it's like to be able to run around and do what you want..
WHEN: throughout the second half of kingsway.
WHERE: skyhold
NOTES: probably nothing weird here. i mean, maia's pretty harmless. if anyone wants a more specific prompt to work with, hit me on plurk and i'm happy to put something up!

[ maia has never had this much freedom, and to be frank, he isn't entirely certain what to do with it. on one hand, he's incredibly worried about how things are at home. he doesn't want his nohecharei blamed for his disappearance, and he hates the thought of idra being forced into a position he has no desire for and certainly isn't ready for. not to mention csethiro, who would be in limbo-- neither precisely drazhada--as she and maia aren't married yet--nor belonging to her own house any longer.

on the other hand, there is absolutely nothing he can do about any of it at the moment, and he really needs to focus on where he is and what he can do here. .. it isn't much, to be entirely honest with himself. his practical skills are limited, at best, given his unhappy upbringing and current rank at home. still! he's willing to learn, so that should count for something, shouldn't it?

throughout the last two weeks of the month, he can be found in several places around skyhold. he probably makes for a somewhat startling sight, given his small size and gray skin. he also tends to wear clothing that's entirely white, which makes him stand out all the more in a sea of coloured fabric. (a rifter, for certain, then-- at least it's obvious with him.)

in the library, he might be found tucked neatly into a sunny nook with a series of books surrounding him (treatises on trade agreements, histories of nations, research papers about the fade and the veil), or perhaps by a bookshelf struggling to reach something on the top shelf.

the garden finds him quietly people-watching from beneath the gazebo, or perhaps crouched neatly by one of the plants, peering at it in interest, or even watching one of the gardeners from a short distance away, ears drooping a little and expression wistful.

occasionally, he can be seen in the valley below, mostly familiarizing himself with it and trying to avoid anyone who seems clearly hostile.. to greater or lesser effect at times. he doesn't handle aggressiveness or belligerence well, and.. might occasionally need to be rescued from a particularly sticky situation.

when he's especially overwhelmed and homesick, he makes for a lonely little figure on some far point of the battlements, curled in on himself and staring out into the mountains. ]

Comments

omfg he is so precious

[slipshot]

Oh - just enjoying the view, mostly. I was on duty, and I find it easier to see further from up here. I would have said something earlier, but you seemed pretty preoccupied, and then I thought it would be pretty weird to just jump down next to you with no fore warning.

[He offered a lopsided grin before doing just that - jumping down from the roof to the battlements, somewhat haphazardly, giving the impression that he was going to fall off the battlements instead, but managed to somehow not die.]

There. Better. And yeah, Cocoa. The drink - nice and hot, sweet and a little bitter - it's fantastic. A human thing, but Maxwell got me hooked on it. Have you not tried any? It's great for a cold evening like this.

he is a good bean, it's true

[drazhada]

[ on duty? well, that.. sort of answers the question. (but truly, how did he get up there?) before he has time to ask, though, the stranger is jumping off the roof, and maia makes an embarrassing, high-pitched, slightly terrified noise as he jerks forward as if to grab the other elf. when the stranger immediately corrects his balance, though, maia jerks his hands back again, silver-gray eyes round and alarmed in his face, heart hammering against his ribs.

he takes it back. elves of this world aren't simply mysterious-- they are also (apparently) somewhat mad.

when he's managed to take a breath again, he presses his hand to his chest, trying to will the adrenaline to leave him. ]

N-No, we.. fear that we've never heard of cocoa. Humans are foreign to our homeland. .. We would be glad to try it, though. [ a beat. ] Provided that we both take the stairs. [ please. his nerves can't take any more leaping off tall things. ]