❰ adalia dreams of pursuit. everyone she knows, chasing after her for their own reasons, her chasing after the spectre of a family she's never known... it's a restless dream, and she'd be glad to leave it if the leaving weren't so... muddy. and full of falling.

why is it muddy? they were in the middle of a trek down a mountain when adalia had fallen asleep. a difficult proposition, to be sure, but not one particularly full of mud — nor was she in any danger of falling. and why is her hand in so much pain? truly, a rather upsetting set of questions to go unanswered.

blinking her eyes open blearily, adalia pushes herself up to sitting and takes stock of the world around her. smelly, muddy field, a number of her effects scattered around her — the egg she pulls close to check for cracks, then holds protectively against her chest — a sickly bright green light in the air above her, demons approaching...

demons?!?

adalia yelps and scrambles back, searching around on the ground for her shield. as soon as she feels its strap she yells ❱

Fethos, fuck's sake, how in the godsdamned —

❰ the shield leaps into the air and hovers in front of her just in time to block a sweeping claw aimed right for her face. still clutching the dragon egg close to her chest, an unwieldy but precious thing, adalia finally pushes herself to her feet, sparks crackling in the air around her. anything that gets close enough is shocked, not enough to debilitate, but more than enough to injure and annoy, while she uses the cover granted by her shield to pick up the rest of her effects and look around for... literally anyone who isn't currently trying to kill her. ❱

Mat? Elly? Anybody? Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?

❰ it's taken adalia perhaps a surprisingly short time to accept everything going on around her — travel between planes is rare but not impossible, and though she's never heard of this "thedas" or a "fade" she's not overly concerned about her ability to get back to faerûn. in the meantime, being separated from her party is a blessing, her safety and the egg's now slightly more assured, and adalia's using the relative peace of the nevarran caravan to take stock of herself and her things, and then to talk to... basically anyone who will talk to her. ❱

ii a. ❰ first, she can be found meditating, frowning to herself as she sits quietly, her black dragon egg blanced in her lap. anyone who walks by will hear her whisper ❱ I'm not sure if that's good or bad... ❰ before she opens her eyes and smiles at them. ❱

ii b. ❰ second, meditation over, adalia will be bothering people, peering over shoulders and into places she has not been invited, trying to learn about thedas, the fade, and the inquisition as a group. ❱

Hey, hi, hello there, so I have a few questions for you, please get comfortable. Firstly: who are you?

❰ i defaulted to brackets because that's what i'm used to, but if you tag me in prose i'll match! if none of these prompts appeal to you but you'd like to do something with adalia, add me on plurk at salvatrice and we'll see what we can come up with! ❱