𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂, 𝒏𝒐. (
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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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WHAT: Closed and open threads both backdated and current
WHEN: Throughout both Cloudreach and Bloomingtide
WHERE: All about Kirkwall
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Once Charis appears, though, there's absolutely no need to worry. Iessa's head snaps up and she focuses on the other dragon at once. She comes nosing over, neck outstretched, no longer paying attention to the water or the people or anything else about the docks. Aro rolls his eyes, but he's actually very pleased, and his smile is wide and warm when he greet Adalia. He's quick to step towards her, too. ]
Hello! Thank you so much for the invitation. Someone was very happy to come along, as you can see. What do you think, Iessa?
[ Iessa lets out a delighted call, and flaps her wings eagerly. She lifts off the ground a little and flaps right over to Charis, making tiny, bell-like chirps at him. ]
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charis holds himself stock still as iessa flaps over, seemingly afraid to scare her off, and then he looks up at adalia, and back to iessa, and between the two of them again —
appearing to have made his mind up about something, he spreads his wings as wide as they will go for balance, reaching gingerly forward for iessa's snout. if she doesn't pull away, charis leans forward, hind claws scoring gouges into the post he's perched on as he maintains his place on it, and bumps his snout into her forehead in a uniquely draconic imitation of a familial kiss. he's clearly as excited about this as adalia is. ❱
Oh, gods, that's precious. Okay, okay, we should get going, the ferry's going to leave without us.
❰ there are tears in adalia's eyes when she turns to aro, her grin not having dimmed in the slightest. ❱
I'd love to learn more about you on the way to the mainland. Where in Faerûn you're from, what did you do before coming to Thedas, how you came to be Iessa's caretaker, whatever you're willing to share.
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Someone wants to play. Iessa, come on! We have a boat to catch. They're coming with us, you know!
[ Shaking his head, he looks back at Adalia. He looks energised by this. It's partly that he's relieved the dragons are getting along - he knows how much Iessa has always needed to be around her own kind - but he's eager to stretch his legs, too. He wants so badly to be travelling again. This will only be a trip, but it's a very welcome one. He starts moving towards the ferry. ]
I'll tell you anything! I'll have to disappoint on the first count, though. I'm not really from anywhere, I've always been traveling. Maybe that means I'm from everywhere! That's sounds a bit nicer. What about you! Charis is just beautiful, you know.
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❰ adalia grins as she follows aro onto the ferry, turning to whistle for charis. it's always a little risky to take him anywhere, a careful balancing act of cost-benefit analysis as she calculates the probability of someone seeing a draconic shape in the sky and attacking without reason, but the sea around the gallows is relatively devoid of ships at the moment and most people who work in the docks are at least aware of charis, if not fond of him. rather than bring him over to the ferry, she whistles a second time in a sharp, ascending tone, and charis pushes off of the docking post to take to the sky, circling the ferry until they begin to push off. he'll fly next to the ferry until they reach land, and then the walk into sundermount will allow him to rest his wings. ❱
Charis is lovely, ❰ she replies, belatedly, turning to aro with all the smug pride of a mother to an exceptional child. ❱ I'm from Candlekeep, myself. I was found on the Way of the Lion as an infant and taken to be raised there.
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Candlekeep. [ He says, turning to look at Adalia. Aro's hands settle on the edge of the boat. ] You were raised by the monks?
[ That's a far more enclosed environment than he would like. The monks are scholars, though, and he knows Adalia's fond of reading. ]
Is that why you study so much? You're following in their footsteps.
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❰ one she doesn't regret, not really, even if the journey from candlekeep to thedas has been hard and painful and full of more difficult choices than she could ever have imagined making. adalia steps next to aro and leans forward to rest her elbows on the boat's rail, watching charis take a playful dive at iessa with a fond smile on her face. ❱
I suppose it's what I know, more than anything. I was taught to read and take notes and keep track of information, so that's what I do.
❰ there's a slight tone of wistful longing to her words, but adalia doesn't elaborate further, instead turning to aro with a mischievous smile on her face. the ferry is beginning to pull away from the dock, and though the wind isn't against them necessarily, it isn't doing them any favours, either. ❱
The ferries I'm on generally reach the mainland quicker than the others; do you want to know why?
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[ Aro turns to grin at her, suspecting the answer even though he doesn't know it. ]
Because you give them a little help, maybe?
[ He knows she's a sorcerer, like him. He turns half towards her, though still not entirely away from the water. Iessa has happily sailed upwards to fly alongside the ship, and Aro can watch the city pulling away from them now. That sight delights him, and he feels a strange tension easing in his chest. He's been in Kirkwall for far too long. ]
I can't say I'm keen to see this end any faster than it has to, but go on. Show me your tricks, Adalia.