faderift | [open] prelude to summer

WHO: Waver Velvet +
WHAT: Kirkwall adventures
WHEN: 15-31 Bloomingtide
WHERE: The Gallows and Lowtown
NOTES: None

i. discarding objects

It was a goddamn relief that those screeching bronze statues have been hauled off and out of the Gallows entirely. Seeing the various parts laying on the ground had been getting more than slightly disturbing, and Waver preferred to not think about the fact that his ears had rung for hours afterwards. They often threatened to do so again if he recalled those adventures for too long.

On the other hand, seeing the murals go didn't have the same reaction of utter relief. The fact that half were being saved suggested that their value was such that all of them ought to be, but the rest of him argued that melting them down would probably result in more money.

The day before removal, Waver went to take one last look at the whole set. Truly, he hadn't really paid much attention to them until it was made clear that they were going away. He didn't hide the fact that he was standing and staring at the whole set, trying to read the artist's intentions in the piece.

"I wonder if anyone's going to draw the contents of the ones being melted down," he murmured to himself. "Or if that's just going to be a part of removal tomorrow."

ii. may flowers

Since he helped clear out the herb garden when he first came with the advance group to the Gallows, Waver wandered by there often. He wasn't a gardener nor would he trust himself with the plants, but it was one of the first places in all of Thedas that he had had a tangible impact on.

Sometimes he'd sit himself down under one of the trees and enjoy the quiet. If he dozed, well, that was obvious. He'd end up sprawled on the ground instead, an inelegant pile of long limbs and his hair probably half underneath him and half being held onto by the rougher patches of bark on the tree itself.

When he wasn't dozing and there was someone coming, he'd pull his extended legs back and curl up a bit more. There was always a soft, "Sorry about that" as well.

iii. shopping
Arriving in the colder months had, for a time, not been a problem for Waver. He had his coat that staved off most chills, and being as close as he was with Iskandar meant he also had a human heat lamp to rely on if things were too bitter. But with spring beginning to change into summer, the need for lighter clothes became all too apparent. His beloved coat was stifling by the mid-afternoon, and the rest of his clothes weren't too far behind.

So Lowtown it was, wandering the streets to investigate fabric sellers and tailors. This, of course, required money, and that wasn't something Waver had much of. In a way, that was a blessing: he wasn't going to attract pickpockets. On the other, it meant examining fabric and then having to walk away.

On more than one occasion, he sighed heavily and said, "Damnit, I wish I had known to pack an entire wardrobe."

iv. wildcard
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"I'll say a five block in from the docks radius max then," Waver said, mentally imagining the map of the area. Ten would probably be pushing the ability to get out of the apartment for an emergency and run to the docks as quickly as humanly possible.

"But I'm looking in Hightown for spite." And out of genuine curiosity about the cost of living, if he is being honest with himself.

The mention of Iskandar and space prompted a head shake of despair. "Ugh. You have no idea, but I've seen him squeeze into places. It is impressive, admittedly, but I'd rather he not have to do that."

"Pass yourself off as a Thedosian if you do it, unless you want the third degree. Get one of those Chantry medallions and mutter something about the Maker every so often. That ought to work." Korrin chuckles, resting her hands on her hips. "Maybe he can get something in Hightown; I'd pay to see that, and all the scandalized nobles."

"That seems doable, although I do need to ask if my hair's too long to pull this off convincingly." A haircut was out of the question as far as Waver was concerned. He'd rather try to stuff that all under a wig instead.

"The man is technically a king. He probably could, and then that'd be even more scandalous."

"Not here, he isn't. But yeah, he is a guy who good at getting what he wants. Hightown would never be the same." Korrin pauses to look at his hair, then shrugs. "Eh, I don't think so. It's not extremely common, but that might just get people thinking you're an exotic foreigner from somewhere else in Thedas. Which is fine, just don't say you're from Tevinter."

"My impression was that those in Tevinter weren't uh," Waver paused, looking down at his own arms, then back to Korrin. "This pale."

Waver could be mistaken for a ghost at times. "But I'll see what I can pull off. I'll also get quotes on the rent."

"Eh, people come in all shades; it's an empire, you know." Or at least it used to be one. These days, less so.

She nods, then glances around. "Sure, but take care of yourself and your own needs first. We haven't gotten the go-ahead to reside anywhere else but where that pompous nitwit tells us, so I don't know how soon we can move anyway."

"Fair enough point."

As long as he could pull off weird eccentric noble, he'd be fine. Waver didn't find that a particular challenge. It was more like a return to form.

"Well regardless, you'll have an idea of where there are things open and what you'd expect to pay. Better to have that information now and then get the OK so you can move rather than wait and then have to do all the legwork."

"Good point, I'll give you that. And if you find a place for yourself nearby, let me know. I won't say no to a friendly face for a neighbor." Hopefully more than one; not just for safety in numbers, but a better atmosphere than they might otherwise get.

Waver smiled at that. It was a generous offer, and at some level, one of those rare times he felt at home in Thedas.

"Believe me, I think you'll know if we get a place. Iskandar'll probably want to have a housewarming party."

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