For once, Ciri is not donned in her armor but rather simply for once since her arrival in Skyhold some months ago. Both her clothes and wolf mask also help her not stand out so much considering her plans for being in the fortress this fine evening.
Certainly not anything terrible but she does seek out familiar faces with intent on mentioning a much better party happening in the valley. Outside in the courtyard, she cannot help getting wrapped up in one of the little amusing games happening at least for a little while. One ends with her atop her black mare, Kelpie with bow in hand and aimed at an amusing little dummy that is hung upside down from the battlements. It a brightly colored oddity and she is urged at race along a roped off area and fire as she passes. It's easy enough but there is a faint look of surprise when her arrow tears through the burlap man and it explodes in a rain of confetti and candy, quality candy too. She can't help but look amused, petting Kelpie down along her mane where it has been braided with flowers and ribbons.
As fun as some of the games are she is here for a reason! That reason just happens to be lifting some food and drink. Most of the stuff is far too fancy, weird things she remembers from her time in Orlais and is immediately passed over but there is a lot to consider bringing back down to the valley party below. Mostly it is fancy cinder, ale and sweets but most of everything is fair game as she tries things here and there for confirmation on taste. But if someone happens to pass by as she slips away with something then they'll be given a wink and her raising a finger to her mouth with a quiet 'shhh' almost hidden by laughter.
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With some of the stolen food, drink and one cheese tower in hand, Ciri returns to the Valley as things begin to kick off and does not hesitate to join in with the fun.
The mask is thrown off once she is back within the crowds that are far more comfortable than the nobles filling Skyhold's courtyard, sipping back drink and letting the hard beat of the drums set the mood. It is hard to pass up taking part in the games and Ciri can often be found with drink in one hand and knife or axe in the other as she aims at the painted bales of hay. She is better with knives than she is axes but the grin never leaves her face as she laughs brightly with other gathered around, challenging and betting with the more invested ones. Otherwise, it is not hard to find her very far from loud games of Wicked Grace or even arm wrestling some of the overconfident boys.
She puts on her own show later in the evening. She is poised high atop posts that certainly had not been built for this sort of display that usually made up part of her training regiment. People are easily amused and she is happy to show off her skills, blindfolded but sticking her flips and cartwheels as she moves from post to post. Her sword is spun much like a baton and although she grins, laughing with whatever crowd she has managed to gather there is no doubt that she is serious about each move that she makes. It ends with a flip, her body twisting in the air as she lands and bows dramatically, pushing her blindfold up in order to finally see once again.
And as the night goes on it becomes increasing hard not to join in with the dancing. In fact, she's joined some that have begun dancing atop the makeshift tables that had been set up for folk to sit and enjoy their food at but have largely been out of use as the night continued on. As the music swells, she can only laugh and reach down to grab whomever happened to be walking by at that moment. Whoever this person might be, they are being pulled along atop the makeshift table by one grinning ashen-haired Warden. Flushed from drinking and excitement but no where near done when there's dancing to be had!
"Come on, let's dance!" Dare to say no to such an excited (and very stubborn) face?
Otherwise, she'll moving throughout the party and trying everything until night gives way until morning but even then it's doubtful sleep will even be considered.
ciri | ota
Certainly not anything terrible but she does seek out familiar faces with intent on mentioning a much better party happening in the valley. Outside in the courtyard, she cannot help getting wrapped up in one of the little amusing games happening at least for a little while. One ends with her atop her black mare, Kelpie with bow in hand and aimed at an amusing little dummy that is hung upside down from the battlements. It a brightly colored oddity and she is urged at race along a roped off area and fire as she passes. It's easy enough but there is a faint look of surprise when her arrow tears through the burlap man and it explodes in a rain of confetti and candy, quality candy too. She can't help but look amused, petting Kelpie down along her mane where it has been braided with flowers and ribbons.
As fun as some of the games are she is here for a reason! That reason just happens to be lifting some food and drink. Most of the stuff is far too fancy, weird things she remembers from her time in Orlais and is immediately passed over but there is a lot to consider bringing back down to the valley party below. Mostly it is fancy cinder, ale and sweets but most of everything is fair game as she tries things here and there for confirmation on taste. But if someone happens to pass by as she slips away with something then they'll be given a wink and her raising a finger to her mouth with a quiet 'shhh' almost hidden by laughter.
ＶＡＬＬＥＹ
The mask is thrown off once she is back within the crowds that are far more comfortable than the nobles filling Skyhold's courtyard, sipping back drink and letting the hard beat of the drums set the mood. It is hard to pass up taking part in the games and Ciri can often be found with drink in one hand and knife or axe in the other as she aims at the painted bales of hay. She is better with knives than she is axes but the grin never leaves her face as she laughs brightly with other gathered around, challenging and betting with the more invested ones. Otherwise, it is not hard to find her very far from loud games of Wicked Grace or even arm wrestling some of the overconfident boys.
She puts on her own show later in the evening. She is poised high atop posts that certainly had not been built for this sort of display that usually made up part of her training regiment. People are easily amused and she is happy to show off her skills, blindfolded but sticking her flips and cartwheels as she moves from post to post. Her sword is spun much like a baton and although she grins, laughing with whatever crowd she has managed to gather there is no doubt that she is serious about each move that she makes. It ends with a flip, her body twisting in the air as she lands and bows dramatically, pushing her blindfold up in order to finally see once again.
And as the night goes on it becomes increasing hard not to join in with the dancing. In fact, she's joined some that have begun dancing atop the makeshift tables that had been set up for folk to sit and enjoy their food at but have largely been out of use as the night continued on. As the music swells, she can only laugh and reach down to grab whomever happened to be walking by at that moment. Whoever this person might be, they are being pulled along atop the makeshift table by one grinning ashen-haired Warden. Flushed from drinking and excitement but no where near done when there's dancing to be had!
"Come on, let's dance!" Dare to say no to such an excited (and very stubborn) face?
Otherwise, she'll moving throughout the party and trying everything until night gives way until morning but even then it's doubtful sleep will even be considered.