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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

[drazhada]

We find it very interesting. We only get to see magic when it's in our defense at home.

[ if he lives a century or longer, he'll never forget the night cala killed someone with nothing more than his mind. it had been one of the most terrifying things he'd ever seen, once he'd gotten over the shock of the assassination attempt and beshelar's blood on him.

the question earns a small nod. ] We arrived this-- this month, if we understand the calendar. It's.. taken some adjustment.

[el_tybs]

[He was a Rifter then - a bit easier to tell now that he was closer and hearing about the difficulty with the calendar.]

Magic gets used for a lot more then just defense around here... where are you from?

[After a moment he blinks.] Ah. How rude of me. I'm Samouel. [That being said he holds out a hand in greeting.]

[drazhada]

[ he hesitates only a moment before accepting the offered hand, smile shy. ] We are pleased to make your acquaintance, Samouel. [ even thought the name bare of any title at all makes him flush. ] We are Maia of House Drazhar, and we are from the empire of the Ethuveraz. .. The Elflands in this tongue.

[ he folds his hands again, smile gaining a little confidence. ] Magic--maz--is used for a great deal in our home, as well. We simply don't often see it. Unfortunately, there is little need for it in the emperor's day-to-day life.

[el_tybs]

Very nice to meet you as well, Maia. [The more he hears it, Sam realizes the 'we' thing is Maia speaking about himself? A touch odd to him, but nothing he couldn't understand.]

So you're from a land with magic, but just don't use it? [A pause.] You're an emperor?

[drazhada]

Well, mages use it, of course. [ maia himself doesn't, because he has no capability for it and his duties lie elsewhere. ] Not for the great range of things we see it used for here, though. Magic seems to be largely an academic profession in our empire.

[ the second question earns a small, shy nod, though, his hands tightening around one another. ] Ah.. yes. At home, that is. We have no title here.

[el_tybs]

[He supposes that would explain how Maia talked and the clothing? Unless that was something everyone from his land did.] I suppose you wouldn't...

... I can't imagine that the change has been easy for you. Besides the crazy and dangerous parts, have you been having an alright time here?