Well it's time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year

[pinprick]

WHO: Anders, Nathaniel, and invitees!
WHAT: Fancy birthday party in Camp Shady
WHEN: Harvestmere 27, evening
WHERE: Camp Shady
NOTES: Will update.

Since many Wardens moved into the Kestrel House, there is plenty of space in the camp for a big top tent. Finding enough candlesticks, tables, and chairs required a lot of time and a number of bribes to pull off. The tables are nicely draped with fabric lent by one of Anders' patients, and each is decorated with flowers. The tent is alight and smells like good food--more donations from grateful patients.

One of the Wardens is known for her fiddling, and she plays lively dances and crooning ballads. In the center table is an ice sculpture of a cat chasing a butterfly (you guessed it--donated by a mage patient). It glitters spectacularly in the candlelight.

On the menu is a slow-roasted pig, spiced hot cider, spectacular salads, jams, cakes, delectably seasoned vegetables, a lamb-flank, and your choice of wine. There is even a hard-won bottle of Antivan brandy Nathaniel had to win several card games to achieve.

Relax, enjoy, greet the birthday boy, and mingle. The nights will be cold soon, but under this tent, life glows.

Comments

[doneisdone]

Stranger still than before, Teren turns to look oddly at Anders, her expression pensive but not entirely unfriendly. He's said as much multiple times, but for whatever reason, this is the first time it's really stuck. He is at her side, and she at his. That's... nice.
And also dangerous.
"Aye, they do," she agrees, sighing out her previous irritation, and she lets the poker rest back against the stump with a lazy thud. "Just be careful, boy. Always careful."

[justice_is_blond]

"Careful is what I do best," he says with an expression that says exactly the opposite.

"I walked directly into Skyhold with all sorts of safety measures for when they discovered who I was." None. Absolutely none, no real plan except dying. If Nate hadn't stepped in...

"You've nothing to worry about."

[doneisdone]

Teren snorts. Nothing to worry about? Maybe when she's dead.

"I'll decide that, thank you," she says with a roll of her eyes, and steps toward him long enough to lightly clip him on the back of the head with her palm, just enough to muss his hair a little. "Now go eat your bloody dinner or your Nate and I will have to start forcefeeding you."

[justice_is_blond]

He ducks his head, giving her a small smile.

"I've eaten plenty tonight. ...But as the spread Nate's put out is rather impressive, I'll try to eat more. Just for him and you." He pauses after he's half-turned to go. "Thank you for coming, Teren." It means a great deal that she did.

[doneisdone]

"Good," she replies, and smirks toward him in her standard cryptic way. Maybe he won't have to die tonight. (that's not what it means I just wanted to end it dramatically)