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WHO: Beleth and Sina, Beleth and YOU???
WHAT: Beleth working, playing, and visiting a real live alienage
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Gallows and Kirkwall
NOTES: If you want Beleth to have called you into her office for whatever reason that's cool with me as long as its reasonable (feel to ask!)

I: Scouting Office

Beleth's office is, unsurprisingly, much more professional in appearance than her bedroom. It's neat and orderly, but almost entirely empty of any personal touches that may reflect the preferred style of the inhabitant. There are a few things Beleth has added, a little planter in the window with ivy that crawls up the windowsill, a painting of a forest.

What appears to be a dog bed filled with soft dirt sitting in a charred corner of the office, usually with its miniature dragonling occupant splayed out inside it. Watch your ankles.

Beleth can usually be found seated at her desk, but can also be found taking occasional breaks to pace her office, peruse her bookshelves, or plop down in the charred corner and give Kolgrim some attention. Whether she's summoned you, or you're just dropping in, she'll be sure to stop whatever she's doing to heed her visitor.

II: Hanged Man

This is not the Herald's Nest, and Beleth feels very, very out of her element in here. She's good enough at controlling her body language not to completely stand out, but those who know her well enough can tell that she's not entirely comfortable here. Her back (kept to a wall if possible) is rigidly straight, and she keeps her eyes up and moving around the room, even as she drinks. She's been assured that the Hanged Man isn't nearly as unsafe as it would seem, but--

Loud, shouting, intoxicated humans? Who could blame her for being nervous.

If anyone enters the tavern that she knows, they can expect to be greeted with an enthusiastic wave. Strangers, not so much, but any that approach will be given a cautious, polite greeting.

III: Alienage

It's not as though Beleth hasn't been to alienages before, but it was always quick, strictly business affairs, and there was usually a group with her. She's even been to this particular alienage before, but it was in the dead of night, and there were Venatori attacking her, and it didn't quite feel the same. Now, she's a little hesitant to simply drop in, but--well. She wants to work on lowering the walls between these elves and her own elves, didn't she? Then she had to see where they lived, how they lived.

She still doesn't visit until Sina agrees to come with her.

Now, she stands stock still next to the vhenadahl, looking a bit like a tourist as she watches everything around her. At least the starring is reciprocated, several city elves just as curious of her as she of them. And while she tries not to look down upon her city kin, there is something horribly tragic about it all. Wouldn't these elves be happier outside of the city, living with nature, free and whole? The way the Creators had intended.

She says nothing of this, however, instead just leaning over to Sina and whispering, "Zevran told me once that they pee on the tree, you know."

Wildcard

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Not much later, Korrin strides into the tavern. She's a familiar sight, due to business and leisure, so the regulars are unfazed and some even raise a glass by way of greeting. The Vashoth woman nods to them, but she doesn't stop to chat when Beleth is spotted. That wave makes her smile as she heads over to join her, clapping a hand on her friend's shoulder at least somewhat gently.

"Good on you for taking a break, Beleth. I was wondering if I'd have to personally head over to your office to get you to come here." It's been on her mind, now and then, but the past month or so has left her distracted and at times less inclined to be social. But it's nothing personal, and her smile says as much.

Saoirse has visited the alienage every day since their arrival in the city. If possible, she would have a home here among the familiar customs and daily life but she knows there is a reason for her to remain within Inquisition quarters. She has made friends here, learned more about life here in Kirkwall and how it differed from the life she experienced in Starkhaven.

It was also tradition now to visit the vhenadahl. Every alienage, or so she has heard, had one or something like one to represent some long forgotten story. Today she comes with two little ones that she sings to on most days when their mothers are busy and they need to be watched. In their hands are a bundle of flowers, grown in the garden that manages to flourish despite conditions.

They have been delicately worked into crowns and small bouquents but the party stops short at two unfamiliar faces. Dalish were not uncommon here: Merrill had a residence here and was well known while Ellana had made many visits since their arrival in the city. Saoirse considers the two for a moment because coughing slightly, announcing their presence with a glance to the two children at her side.

"It will not bite," she says with a brilliant smile. "If you wish, the children have brought flowers to decorate the vhenadahl and would like to offer some to you two as well if you would like to join in."

Edited 2017-07-24 02:37 (UTC)