get ready everybody 'cause here we go

[dashing]

WHO: Saoirse, Herian & open.
WHAT: a combined birthday hangout.
WHEN: 30th Haring.
WHERE: The Hanged Man.
NOTES: Drink up now and turn up hungover to the Firstday feast. Open invitation over here, no need to reply to the network post or even have prior cr in order to attend. Please add any warnings to subject lines if they come up.

"Party" would be an extreme word for it; the more accurate word would be "casual gathering of people with liquor readily available." It is The Hanged Man, though, so who knows what shenanigans could unfold.

They've taken over a corner of the inn, and though there isn't much in the way of decorations - making sure the place could be easily accessed after all that snow was work enough - there are a couple of strings of bunting.

Don't get too wild; it'd be unfortunate if Herian had to interrupt her own (shared) birthday celebration in the sake of preserving the Inquisition's reputation. (Or do get wild, and simply shrug it off as The Hanged Man's influence. Whatever.)

Be sure of one thing, though - at least one round is one Herian. Maybe. If you're a close friend, or look particularly glum.

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[foundmyselfagain]

Gareth is happy to arrive and relieve them of food, though he doesn’t touch any alcohol. He’s got reasons enough for avoiding the stuff, and he figures Saoirse won’t hold it against him. She might, however, hold not so much as greeting her against him, so he sweeps on over, all grins, a wrapped box in his hand. This is presented to her with a great flourish.

“My dear, you look radiant. They’d better keep all the white wine away from you, or it’ll turn red with envy, seeing how well you age.” That barely makes sense, but he’s looking rather pleased with it all the same. And bouncing on his heels slightly as he watches her with the gift. It’s been a while since he’s gotten to celebrate someone else’s birthday, too.

And the present, when opened, will turn out to be one of the study of magic books he’d gotten from Nevarra. Which is probably one of the nicest things he could get a hold of.

[sulena]

And his flourish is met with surprise followed up by uncontrolled chuckles. Saoirse is glad to see him, happily accepting the gift but finding some difficultly in not continuing to laugh at his... well, whatever he was saying.

Carefully, she opens the presented gift before breaking out into a grin as she turns it over in her hands. "Thank you, Gareth." Saoirse says, happily pulling him into a hug.

She steps back a moment later before continuing to look it over once. "I'm glad you were able to make it."

[foundmyselfagain]

"Of course I'd make it! I don't remember the last time I went to a birthday party. Even my own." He's not even entirely sure of when his birthday is, nor the last time anyone bothered to celebrate it. "That it's your birthday makes it impossible for me to turn away from."

He grins in return when she seems to be pleased with the gift, returning the hug warmly. This was nice. It was...amazingly normal, something that people who had never worried about Circles got to do. Saoirse deserved that.

"I hope you like the book. It's from Nevarra. They're good at entropy-type magic, which I know you like, so...I was hoping it'd be interesting. A different perspective on something you like." He offers a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's been ages since I've done the present thing, so let me know if I messed it up?"

[sulena]

"Then we'll have to do something for your birthday too." Because now she's decided, and so it must be done. "But I'm really glad you're able to be here and we're able to fun like this."

It's nice to feel the hug returned especially after everything they had been through both before and after the Circles fell. She spent so long thinking that perhaps he had just been another victim of the chaos flooding through Kirkwall at the time, and she imagines he might have thought the same and so to have this now? It's wonderful.

"I love it, Gareth. There's nothing to worry about it all, especially since it might help me further my understanding of my own magic." It's said with a smile as she hugs the book close. "This is just another wonderful addition to what has already become a lovely year."

[foundmyselfagain]

"I'd have to pick a birthday out." He had one, presumably, but the date was vague at best. Had it even been celebrated at home? He could barely remember those days before the Gallows, and at the Gallows, it had mostly gone ignored.

He's relieved when Saoirse assures him that the gift is satisfactory. So he hadn't managed to mess that up, at least. That's good. He'll have to remember that for future birthdays, if he ever went around celebrating any more.

"Did you ever think it'd end up like this? Finally free, celebrating. Getting to dance with cute rifter boys." A cheeky grin is plastered across his face as he wiggles his eyebrows at her.

[sulena]

"Then you best pick one out," she says with a grin. "Else I might decide on simply a random day to shower you with some much needed gifts."

And it will literally be a shower, do not test her.

"Yes, I could have never imagined the world having changed in such ways back when we first met." When they were both shadows of what they were now, hardly living with an ounce of spark let alone life at times. "We still have a lot more to do but things are... well, they are not so bad now."

Excuse the blushful smile to end all smiles as she glances as a certain cute rifter boy because when could she ever hide anything?