[ OPEN ] Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time

[ombranera]

WHO: Zevran and YOU
WHAT: Zevran's Birthday and Ardent Blossom Contest
WHEN: Forward dated to Guardian 5
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Shenanigans connected to this announcement

Someone had been a sneaky little shit, preying on Zevran's lack of familiarity with traditions and dates and the weight people tend to put on something so mundane as a 'birthday'. Someone (Alistair) had spread word and made a thing of it, despite Zevran not seeing the point nor truly wishing to cause a fuss. He had, however, decided to take a day for himself to do nothing. No fuss, no stress, no real work. A day to indulge in a few of his many hobbies. He did not know what one did on their birthday normally but here he was, sitting in the Courtyard with one of his found spoils on his head, awaiting those that paid mind to his earlier announcement. When he wasn't idly sketching whoever he saw in the courtyard he was in the Herald's rest, enjoying a quiet drink and making notes on the better stories or songs he has heard throughout the day.

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[unbrokenoath]

"Oh, well, it was more of all of us, but she was the one wh--Secret!" Shit. That loose tongue was going to be the death of her one day. She rubbed the shaved side of her head, a sheepish smile on her face. "It's a surprise! But you'll see. All of the Wardens decided to get you a gift, but I figured it'd be okay to get you extra things. I mean--"

She stopped again, this time frowning as she looked like she had come to a startling and rather upsetting revelation. You could all but hear the gears turning, before she turned back to him, and stuck her hand out.

"Andraste's flaming tits, I'm sorry about that. It's hard to remember I'm, ah. Allowed to give my name without risking getting dragged away in chains." That certainly sounded better than 'I got so excited to meet you and give you things that I forgot to say my name'. "For what it's worth, Warden Kaisa Daesun at your service. Maker's breath, everything is all tits up lately, I swear I don't just go around dropping in on whatever pretty elf I see and give them hair ribbons."

She paused for a moment, rubbing her chin. "I'd need a lot more hair ribbons, if I did."

[ombranera]

This all seemed horribly familiar- more than enough for him to crackle a low laugh. Excitable and exuberant, now where had he seen that before. That the wardens have opted to get him something- he could see that argument coming from Alistair as he knew Zev well, perhaps even Sabriel. But the rest? He knew of them, was friendly with them, but he would not call them his friends. Then again this whole gifting business seems a little more and less nuanced than he'd expected.

Perhaps having a birthday to celebrate each year would not be so terrible. He was getting so many lovely, free things.

"We do seem to have a surplus of lovely elves. And humans. And dwarves, and Qunari- I wonder if it was not some manner of requirement for recruitment, that you be handsome or lovely."