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[thunderproof]

WHO: Adalia and a bunch of other people
WHAT: Closed and open threads both backdated and current
WHEN: Throughout both Cloudreach and Bloomingtide
WHERE: All about Kirkwall
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open — early bloomingtide

[thunderproof]

❰ when adalia was young, she didn't have any friends. candlekeep was a library-cum-temple, not a school, and there were no other children to keep her company. the monks — some of them — were kind and indulgent, but they had duties to tend to, and adalia has always been more extroverted than the library could keep up with. sometimes it felt like her truest friends were the storms she would play in during the summers, when it was hot and wet even without the rain. she hasn't played with a storm the way she had when she was a child in years, when she'd thought there were real elementals in the clouds trading lightning and thunder back and forth with her, but something has her feeling nostalgic today. she's felt... claustrophobic, almost, confined in the gallows and kirkwall and thedas in general, full of restless energy. maybe she's not as in tune with the storms in thedas as she is those in toril (and maybe that was just correlation, not causation), but when the skies open up and rain starts pouring down, it makes complete sense to her.

rather than hiding herself away indoors, safe from the rain, adalia has left the safety of her room and flown on her broomstick up to land on top of one of the walls surrounding the courtyard. charis sits next to her, kept dry in a small circle where the rain doesn't fall, though adalia herself is drenched, and happily so. for a moment she stands next to her dragon, breathing in the smell of petrichor and feeling the plop-plop-plop of rain on her skin. in the next moment, she claps her hands, and the sound is magnified like a thunderclap, ringing loudly all through the gallows. another moment passes, and then a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder appear in the distance, and adalia grins. this isn't faerûn, not nearly, but even across the planes, storms all play the same. she draws her cupped hands apart, lightning flashing between them, stretching the energy like taffy, before raising her hands and casting a lightning bolt into the sky in answer.

it's a rather ostentatious display, obviously not natural, but adalia doesn't care — it's been ages since she's been in the middle of a thundertorm, and she's going to have fun, damnit. ❱

if you like pina coladas....

[exascendee]

[ It's a good thing Daniel is used running around outdoors, and this is hardly the first time he's gotten caught in the rain. Still, he's not even remotely dressed for it this time. He's entirely soaked through by now - even his boots, which do a decent job of keeping stuff out. His black t-shirt is clinging to him, and he's had to take off his glasses because it became impossible to see with all the droplets on them. The only good thing is that it's been getting milder lately.

He wants nothing better than to go back to his room, but as usual, he's thwarted by his curiosity when a loud sound rings out just nearby. He looks up and sees a woman standing there, lit up by something he can't quite see. And then suddenly, a bolt of lightening hits her, making Daniel jump back in surprise.

It takes him a moment to realise that no, the lightning went from her, not the other way around. Her being unharmed definitely doesn't point to being hit by lightning, anyhow. Well, Daniel doesn't usually see something like that and not poke his nose in, so he makes his way up to her, though he doesn't approach too closely, just in case she plans to do it again. ]

Should you be doing that? [ He has to speak fairly loudly to be heard over the rain. And... there's a dragon? Alright... ]

[thunderproof]

❰ it's not exactly that adalia didn't expect to be caught doing this — she's sort of obvious, being a figure standing on the roof of the gallows and throwing lightning around — but when she is caught, she does sort of freeze in surprise like she's been doing something against the rules. there aren't necessarily rules against open magic use in the gallows, but it is sort of assumed that if you're casting, you should be doing it for a purpose, and not just because it makes you happy to be doing it.

slowly, she turns around to face her accuser, hand behind her head as she smiles nervously. ❱

I haven't been told explicitly not to?

❰ which clearly means it's fine, right? ❱