A tour with the Warden-Commander does indeed, not sound fun but Ciri is nevertheless here. Perhaps it is out of curiosity for what he has to say or perhaps (and much more likely) it is to keep her sober for most of this experience. That is hard enough, and harder still with all her displeasure bubbling under the surface waiting to come out like an explosion. Lost in her thoughts and forcing the lid down on her feelings, she still manages to listen to what is being said among the group though remains notably silent.
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The boisterous dinner is more her style because it makes it easier for her to blend into the crowd and most importantly: a chance to eat again. For someone so mad at everything, the food is definitely not suffering under her gaze as she picks and munches on the wide assortment of offered food. The drinks are great but, once again, she avoids getting too deep into the drink. That would lead to trouble and some of her fellows actually seem... excited to be here. It was strange to her when her thoughts are filled with the disaster that was Weisshaupt. A disaster that these Wardens were absently from while the Inquisition dived head first to save them. Somewhere near, she overhears a baby Warden is talking vividly about griffons and how lucky they are to be so close to them.
"This reminds me," she says picking at her plate filled with tiny cakes to whomever it unlucky enough to be near her. "We should have the others stuck out in Valeska's Watch and Griffon Wing Keep come to visit and see the griffons. They'd bloody love it."
Ciri's not the only one whose mind constantly returns to Weisshaupt. Inessa holds a glass of wine more to give her hand something to do than because she's interested in imbibing, taking a sip only once every so often. The tiny cakes interest her more, though the majority of food on her plate is for the purpose of discreetly feeding Garahel so that he doesn't beg from others. With all the offered food and attention, the mabari is undoubtedly having the best night between the three of them.
Checking to ensure that Garahel behaves himself, Inessa turns her gaze back to Ciri with a small smile. "They would, though I think it fair to warn them of our griffons' quirks beforehand. I don't want my lap griffon catching them by surprise, or Buggie's biting, or Little White Monster's screech...."
It comes from over the rim of her cup as Ciri shoots the three a look with a raised brow to try and make sense of the mess of words. Carefully, she looks to Nessa out of the corner of her eye and sighs with another needed gulp from her goblet.
"Dark and grumpy," she says, popping another tiny cake into her mouth with a pointed look to the demanding one. "You first, what is it you wanna know? I'm not one for babbling and there's too much to go over considering their numbers."
Inessa's lips twitch at their enthusiasm, not able to muster irritation when she herself would be just as excited. The return of the griffons, or at least a small portion of them, means so much to the Grey Wardens as a whole. Giving Ciri more of a chance to sip and enjoy her tiny cakes, she speaks up.
"There are thirteen, though one is lacking a wing so only twelve qualify as mounts. I've ridden but one, a light grey named Potato--I did not pick the name, but she will answer to nothing else." So, don't blame her for that. At the question, she glances over to Ciri.
"I wouldn't say no to a look at the eyrie, if you're up for it." They might be able to learn more than they can from observing the dining hall as well, a fact she's sure won't escape her friend. But if Ciri doesn't think it worth the risk, she won't put up a fuss.
Taking in the sights isn't exactly high on Anders' list of entertaining options, but he's hoping there's a library as a stop where he can backtrack to later, and maybe there will be interesting information on offer too. It's worth a shot, at least.
"So this place looks nice." Small talk is not Anders' strong point but he's trying.
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"This reminds me," she says picking at her plate filled with tiny cakes to whomever it unlucky enough to be near her. "We should have the others stuck out in Valeska's Watch and Griffon Wing Keep come to visit and see the griffons. They'd bloody love it."
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Checking to ensure that Garahel behaves himself, Inessa turns her gaze back to Ciri with a small smile. "They would, though I think it fair to warn them of our griffons' quirks beforehand. I don't want my lap griffon catching them by surprise, or Buggie's biting, or Little White Monster's screech...."
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There are suddenly three young Wardens at Ciri and Inessa's table, all three of them talking over at once.
"Talk," one of them demands tersely.
"Have you ridden them?" gasps another.
"You want to see the eyrie upstairs?" babbles the last.
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It comes from over the rim of her cup as Ciri shoots the three a look with a raised brow to try and make sense of the mess of words. Carefully, she looks to Nessa out of the corner of her eye and sighs with another needed gulp from her goblet.
"Dark and grumpy," she says, popping another tiny cake into her mouth with a pointed look to the demanding one. "You first, what is it you wanna know? I'm not one for babbling and there's too much to go over considering their numbers."
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"There are thirteen, though one is lacking a wing so only twelve qualify as mounts. I've ridden but one, a light grey named Potato--I did not pick the name, but she will answer to nothing else." So, don't blame her for that. At the question, she glances over to Ciri.
"I wouldn't say no to a look at the eyrie, if you're up for it." They might be able to learn more than they can from observing the dining hall as well, a fact she's sure won't escape her friend. But if Ciri doesn't think it worth the risk, she won't put up a fuss.
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"So this place looks nice." Small talk is not Anders' strong point but he's trying.