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WHO: The new Inquisition moving company & friends
WHAT: One important roadtrip to Starkhaven
WHEN: /waves hands in a timey wimey wibbly wobbly vague way
WHERE: Kirkwall, the lovely main roads along the Free Marches & Starkhaven proper
NOTES: None to mention, will add as needed

The group leaves Kirkwall early in the morning just as the sun is rising. Their wards have all piled into one covered wagon, all of their worldly possessions fitting neatly and seemingly... little after several generations living inside the city. Speaking of Kirkwall, the young one's elderly grandparents do spend a few short moments looking over the city before it rightly goes out of sight with quiet tears. Saoirse stands with them, speaking comforting words but understanding well what it is like to leave behind all one knows for something (one hopes and prays) will be better.

Their trip along the roads to Starkhaven are thankfully underwhelming compared to most ventures Inquisition members take outside the city these days. They make good time passing through Vimmark Mountains and Wildervale, making brief stops as needed along the road. One they reach the Minanter River, it isn't long before the city of Starkhaven comes into view and it very clear even at a distance that there is a good reason why it is the wealthiest city in the Free Marches. Nestled in a fertile valley, alongside the river, the air is even different from the tense air that has lingered over Kirkwall lately. It's light, free caring with the citizens clearly at ease within their city walls.

Those here to continue help with the moving process will be led along with Saoirse to the alienage, none too different from any other alienage despite the grand buildings that surround it but the people seem welcoming especially when they realize the group is with two of their own. They are also quick to help with the moving process, removing boxes and helping the family set up their new home. Others are more than welcome to travel the city, explore and visit family. Just... not make trouble, okay? The last thing the Inquisition needs is another Marcher city frowning at them.

OOC: Welcome to Starkhaven!!! Currently this is planned to take place before the group goes to Neverra, backdated to early in the month. The trip is currently expected to take three days (at the most) before returning to Kirkwall. Nevertheless folks are welcomed to stay longer if they wish.

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"Woo" her? [A snort escapes him. Ifrit's balls, he didn't people still actually used that term anymore.] Don't know how much of a "woo"er I am. I've never woo-ed.

[Okay, he's had his fun with saying the word. For now. He still kind of wants to laugh about it, but he knows Gareth is trying to help.]

Er... but Saoirse's a mage. Why wouldn't he like another mage?

Hah! So you haven't been on a date before. Called it.

[ He clicks his tongue, with a quick wink, and a smile that starts off genuine, but loses a great deal of its humor as Prompto goes on. ]

Just 'cause you accidentally birthed one doesn't mean you like them. My dad sure as fuck didn't. [ A dry laugh. Ha ha fucking ha. ] But Saoirse said that her family helped her escape Kirkwall, so they're probably fine with her. [ Shrug. ] Just, I don't know. Be yourself, I guess. If he hates you, better to find out now, then when you're old and you have three kids, yeah?

Wha- I never said that! You can date people without having to woo them!

[Well, it's technically true, but he can't deny that Gareth is right: he has never gone on a single date in his entire life. Why oh why is he so transparent, he internally laments.

But he's not all that terribly upset about it, and it's hard to be anyway with what Gareth says next. That sounds beyond awful.]

You deserved better than that from him. [Why do parents suck] She seems close with him, though. Asked me to take a photo so she could send it to him, so I don't think she'd-

[Wait what now]

Kids? [GARETH PLZ] Getting a little ahead of yourself there, bud. [Ahahahaha..ha... haa...]

I guess they could woo you. Or you could do the arranged marriage thing and have your parents take care of all of that. I've heard alienage elves do that, sometimes.

[ He gives an unconcerned shrug at Prompto's words. ] You're right, I did. But I made my peace with it a long time ago. It's not even the worst story, I've heard of Templars having to rescue children from angry mobs, all sorts of things.

Hey! [ He puts his hands up defensively, a cheeky grin on his face. ] I'm not saying that'll happen! I'm just saying, better to get everything out in the open sooner rather than later, yeah?

Eugh, thanks but no thanks. Think I'd rather risk being single forever than do the arranged gig. [Which, given how desperately lonely he's been most of his life, says a lot. While he wants company, he values being able to have a choice more.

Angry mobs? Forming over a kid being a mage? He - you know what, he's really not that surprised. Which is kind of sad. He just shakes his head; Thedas offers its own special brand of awful, that's for certain.]

I'll be sure to tell Saoirse that. For the sake of the kids and all. [Dry tone. Such a dry tone. It takes a lot to make Prompto sarcastic, but Gareth's managed.] But hey, I know honesty's important and all.

It can’t be that bad, or people wouldn’t have done it for so long.

—Wait, scratch that, I just listened to what I said, and it was dumb. If anyone tries to arrange a marriage for you, I’ll tell ‘em off.

[ He grins at that, and only grins brighter when Prompto goes for the sarcasm. ]

Don’t be like that. I won’t tell you who to marry either, alright?