[Open] I don't think you're ready for this jelly

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Alistair and Anders and YOU
WHAT: Alistair tightropes. In a dress. While singing.
WHEN: Kingsway 21st
WHERE: Camp Shady Fucker
NOTES: There will probably be some awful sap because this is Nate's birthday, you've been warned. Otherwise, no warnings anticipated.

It's not publicized, but word has a habit of getting out.

Zevran has publicized matters, and now it's time for some morale boosting. There's a low tightrope stretched between two trees with a great many chairs, stumps, and logs set up as seating options. Today is the day for someone to earn himself new boots, shirts, and a shield, and it promises to be a show.

Come on up, pull up a seat, and enjoy the entertainment.

Comments

[arlathvhen]

"It's Nathaniel's loss," She decides, mouth set. It might not be fair to Nathaniel, really. Beleth is terribly bias, both towards Alistair, and against the strange attachment some people held towards their fathers, no matter what they did. It just unpleasantly reminds her of her own father's death, and that cold apathy that sank into her. Her opinions were, suffice to say, heavily weighed against Nate, without even really knowing him.

"It's not just the whole duty thing. I mean...some are alright, I suppose." She says like she hasn't been making googley eyes at a wide variety of humans since she arrived at Skyhold. "Malcolm is pretty nice, overall, she could do worse. He did call you Alistair's wife," She informs him with a casual air, knowing by now neither of them are terribly bothered by this anymore. "But she does seem fond of him. Which is why we can't room together. He'll be back eventually and sharing a room with a couple would be insufferable."

Zevran and Alistair notwithstanding, naturally.

[ombranera]

"I am hardly the wife, more the owner of a particularly large, troublesome ginger mabari." With a little less fur and a little more bite than usual. Still, the comparison wrings out a half smile. "Good. I would hate to have to kill him. It might make Merrill upset with me and then the sighing an the frowning and the eyes."

Everyone has such eyes to give him when they are upset or disappointed. AT this point it's more vaguely irritating than guilt inducing-

Except with Merrill.

And Alistair.

And Mia.

Perhaps he cares more than he lets on. Mm. "I am certain she'd be happy to assist you build your own. She is helpful, like that."

[arlathvhen]

Beleth opens her mouth to say that she thinks he's more auburn than anything, muses on that statement for a moment, then closes her mouth again. That's a little much. Instead, she thinks for another moment, and shrugs. "I'm fairly sure that if he did anything that would require him being killed, Merrill would be able to do it herself. But, I know she'd appreciate the sentiment." That's not even Beleth joking around, she's pretty sure that Merrill would appreciate Zevran offering to kill someone for her.

She nods at his suggestion. "She could always use magic to help. I could probably get some others..." She does happen to know a decent handful of mages that she is probably in good enough graces with the press into service. She'd have to recompense them somehow, because that's just polite. But that's a thought for another time.

"...Are boots really that expensive?" The only pair she has was a gift from Zevran himself, after all, and now she has to worry. Did he spend a lot of money on her? Should she have been even more grateful than she was?? Should she write a belated thank you note???

[ombranera]

"It depends upon the boots." Zevran begins laying in the finer details, the sweep of Beleth's hair, the tuft of Alistair's. "Leather boots from Antiva last quite awhile in the South, meant to be worn upon ships and hard tile alike. The longer something is meant to last, the better it is made? The more costly the boot. Most boots of Orlais are overpriced despite having only half decent leather- overstitching and embellishments in the shaft and along the toe are meant to make the price worthwhile. Sturdy Fereldan boots do not cost much if only due to an abundance of leather- and the fact that the soles wear through within a few years of walking."

"Yours-" He knows where it is her mind has gone "Were a gift. Think not of the cost or of favors owed. You gave your thanks when I offered them to you and have worn them well. That is all that I require."