faderift | 01 | Open | General introduction and foundation building

WHO: Waver
WHAT: Waver getting to grips with surroundings
WHEN: Post inital arrival on 8 Firstfall-End of th month
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.

I. Stables
Staying near the stables so much isn't exactly a good choice, Waver knew. It meant he smelled like horse constantly, and the smell lingered in his hair most of all. Lingering also made him look just as much as a fish out of water as he felt, but such things weren't quite as important as why he insisted on frequenting the area so much: horses meant fast transport. Fast transport meant greater paths to learning outside of the immediate area. And being thrown into another world entirely, Waver wanted to learn everything he could as quickly as he could. He was at a disadvantage now, and he disliked it intensely.

So he stayed, watching tack go on and off the horses, memorizing the order of events. Observing horses and their personalities, so that he knew which ones might eventually accommodate someone who had never rode a horse before. Trying to figure out who to approach for lessons with minimizing awkwardness or needing to take up more of Iskandar's time. It was a delicate balance of observation, and one that got involving after some time. Enough involvement to ignore the rest of his surroundings, and for him to become more obvious than he'd like.

Then again, it was fairly hard to miss a strange tall man in a red coat, looking at horses like he was going to write a book on them.

II. Outside
One thing that Waver had insisted on doing, was adamant about doing, was trying to keep himself doing was walking the grounds and trying to learn them as quickly as possible. Certainty staying with and near Iskandar would be safe enough for his untrained self whose primary form of self defense was starting to dwindle, but on the off chance of something going wrong or else getting separated, Waver wanted to have some routes available to him.

But he was informed by his desire for safety as he was by Iskandar's preference for staying outside of the primary buildings, sleeping in a stable or a tent like the man was on one of his legendary campaigns. Waver had to admit, perhaps there was something there, but not something he wanted to dwell on.

So he simply walked time and again, retracing paths, a cigar sticking out of his mouth and the smoke billowing ahead of him, the acrid smell announcing his approach. From time to time, he took the thing out and examined it, before muttering, "Where can I get a steady supply of these anyway? I'm nearly out."

III. Additional
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"Regular sized bowls, or specialized Iskandar portion bowls?" he asked, a slim smirk on his face. Waver wouldn't be amazed if that was the case, actually.

"I don't think I've figured out what a nug is. And I probably shouldn't find out, and ought to stop asking about contents of things."

The large man pouted because obviously he had been caught. Of course it had been Iskandar sized bowls. They'd taken one look at him and had given him enough to be able to feed a Qunari or a Grey Warden without even thinking twice about it.

"...Iskandar sized." Such a glorious pout. But then he added, "Nugs seem to be like rabbits but more underground usually. And naked."

"I'm just glad they cater to men of your stature," Waver said, the smirk on his face all too wide and all too entertained. "Far better than the tiny portions in Japan."

They were even smaller in Rider's hands, honestly, and it was comical at the time. It was still funny now.

"Naked rabbits. Sure, okay." It was one of the easier things to accept, really.

"The good couple we stayed with were good about finding dishes that were my size. It was wonderful! Ah, did you keep in touch with them?"

Honestly he hoped so because Waver could use that in his life. The love of that couple. Perhaps they had been under a spell but they'd still clearly held such affections for him. It really hadn't taken much to be able to see that. Iskandar had certainly loved it himself.

"Anyway, the nug tastes quite good in my opinion!"

"I did, yeah," Waver said, a little smile on his face. It was bittersweet, thinking about the MacKenzies and how they might react to Waver disappearing for a while. He hoped that at least Gray would be able to deal with it. "They ask after you though, and I have to lie."

He lied a lot on that topic. But Alexi was always on an adventure somewhere.

"I'll just pretend it's rabbit or something then."

"I'd love to hear what adventures you invent for me. I'm sure they are all grand."

Really only Iskandar would be the sort of man to be able to take something like someone needing to lie about what really happened to him like this. Others would likely feel the weight of the sadness behind it. Instead he just found the idea of someone creating stories about him to be delightful.

"It's nothing much," he said, with a heavy sigh. Waver hated writing those letters, truth be told, not just because of the lies but because it meant imagining Iskandar alive and well, don what he did best, and knowing there was no truth in it.

"I just sort of made you into a perpetual tourist. You even went to Australia, where everything is deadly."

"Australia. That is that island at the bottom of the maps isn't it?"

He was trying to recall and sort of wished he had one of those books here now. That way he could look at it again whenever he wished. Why, he could even show people where his kingdom had been when he'd been alive! The stories he could tell just by having those images to share...

Waver nodded in confirmation. "Yeah. A lot of the wildlife is poisonous, but you'd probably enjoy the challenge. At least, that's what I said."

There had been a lot of outback adventures in those letters, with Waver inventing all kinds of animal encounters. He felt like a chronicler of a history of Alexander that would never be when he wrote those things, and the though always made his heart ache more.

"They're hurt that you never come to visit, but it's impossible to make happen."

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