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

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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

[unbrokenoath]

Kaisa crinkles her nose at that--she is, despite everything that is...unorthodox about her, devout in her believe. She knows it's something that Anders probably won't see eye to eye with her about (He did kind of. Blow up a Chantry), but still. Maybe she could try to...relax his disgust, just a little. "Agreeing with the Chantry isn't always the same thing as believing in Andraste, you know. She said very little about magic. Just, like. Don't murder people with it." She waved her hand flippantly. She's not sure if she believes that mages really should just be...wandering around like they own the place, of course. Mages having too much power is why there's an Inquisition in the first place.

But maybe the whole treating them like livestock could be cut down, just a little.

Talking about survival is a lot more welcome.

"I'd be happy to help. I joked about teaching a class once, but. Uh. It was still about safety! Just, safety when you're knocking boots with someone, ya know? There's a lot that people have to figure out from trial and error." And it could be survival, in a way, considering some of the diseases--including pregnancy, which could kill a woman as surely as any sickness her partner gave her. "But...I think yours would be a little better on my reputation."

[justice_is_blond]

"Mm. So don't do what I did. Or what I do when bandits or blood mages or venatori are running around? And then I too can be a good Andrastian. But really, it'd help if I lost the magic, or that's what all of her Thedosian representatives say." The Chantry had taken everything from him repeatedly. Family, freedom, friends, lover, hope, the list is too long for him to forgive, he's pretty certain. Especially if forgiveness meant easing up on the vigil, which could wind up with them caged all over again. He'll never be on good terms with the Chantry, though it's not like he or the Chantry care to mend fences.

He wants freedom for his people. The Chantry gains power from the opposite. The chaos the Chantry is in seems a little... satisfying, truth be told. They've ruined so many lives. Let theirs be ruined for a time. But he doesn't voice this, or even show it on his face.

"And let's... keep recreational activities out of this set of lessons, I suggest. If you've things that are more on topic, and, yes, would be easier on your reputation, let's go with those?"