Beleth has some experience in dealing with birthdays outside of the clan, thanks to Sam. But she's pretty sure that Zevran wouldn't like dog cookies, and she's pretty sure that it's not really special enough for everything that Zevran had done. In fact, she has spent a great deal of time since Alistair let her in on his whisper campaign trying to decide just what to get for him. He was always helping her, teaching her, taking care of her, and she had little to offer him in return.
Maybe when she gets better. But for now? Presents will have to show him how much she appreciated his efforts for her.
She approaches him in the courtyard, with a small box, the fruits of her own efforts for him. "Hey, Zevran...! Has anyone won any of the flower crowns yet?" They were pretty, certainly, but not pretty enough for her to risk embarrassing herself. She can just make her own flower crowns, anyway. But she's certainly willing to watch, and she seats herself next to Zevran, and holds out the little box to him, tied with what looked like long blades of grass woven into a ribbon.
"I have two presents for you--This is the first one. Um, happy birthday, Zevran. May you be granted many more." And inside the box is a necklace that is also woven--but this is make of thin cords of silk and leather, various hues of golds, browns, and oranges in a complex weave. Dotted along the length are little baubles, beads and stones that match the colors of necklace. The main feature of the necklace, however, is the pendant that hangs down. If Zevran is observant enough, he can probably tell it's a piece of antler. The whiteness of it points towards what animal had once had the antler--an actual halla. The piece has had a rough attempt at carving made to have it bare the shape of a wing--Apparently the shape was as much skill as Beleth could manage, because she had taken ink and carefully drawn the feathers of the wing onto it.
"...Sorrel's been sending me some stuff, to remind me of home. Um--That piece is part of it. I know you're not Dalish, but, um. I thought it'd be nice, still..." That had been her ultimate decision. To demonstrate his value to her by giving him something else she valued. A piece of home, of her people.
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Maybe when she gets better. But for now? Presents will have to show him how much she appreciated his efforts for her.
She approaches him in the courtyard, with a small box, the fruits of her own efforts for him. "Hey, Zevran...! Has anyone won any of the flower crowns yet?" They were pretty, certainly, but not pretty enough for her to risk embarrassing herself. She can just make her own flower crowns, anyway. But she's certainly willing to watch, and she seats herself next to Zevran, and holds out the little box to him, tied with what looked like long blades of grass woven into a ribbon.
"I have two presents for you--This is the first one. Um, happy birthday, Zevran. May you be granted many more." And inside the box is a necklace that is also woven--but this is make of thin cords of silk and leather, various hues of golds, browns, and oranges in a complex weave. Dotted along the length are little baubles, beads and stones that match the colors of necklace. The main feature of the necklace, however, is the pendant that hangs down. If Zevran is observant enough, he can probably tell it's a piece of antler. The whiteness of it points towards what animal had once had the antler--an actual halla. The piece has had a rough attempt at carving made to have it bare the shape of a wing--Apparently the shape was as much skill as Beleth could manage, because she had taken ink and carefully drawn the feathers of the wing onto it.
"...Sorrel's been sending me some stuff, to remind me of home. Um--That piece is part of it. I know you're not Dalish, but, um. I thought it'd be nice, still..." That had been her ultimate decision. To demonstrate his value to her by giving him something else she valued. A piece of home, of her people.