[ 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.

Comments

[arlathvhen]

That tale hits clearly hits Beleth--she hadn't thought of that. Her face crumples in a scowl, eyes focused on her hands as she digested this new information. The first feeling is a low simmering anger, and she wants to promise to take the Crows to task, to avenge a clan that had no one left to do it. But she's sure that Zevran doesn't want to think about this on his birthday. So instead, she files it away for later. There's nothing she can do now, if ever. What could one Dalish do against the Crows?

"I'm sure we could figure out a way to deal with that." Is what she says instead, though she can't keep the anger and the promise of violence out of her voice.

But now Zevran's arm is around her, and he's drawing. So she relaxes, leaning against him as she watches him sketch. It reminds her of the way that her twin drew, the drawings from him that she's squirreled away some place safe. "I can't speak for another clan, but I think that's a safe assumption. We don't let just anyone near our halla. Still..." Her lips twist, just slightly. "But I guess it's in the past. And nothing can be done, with the Crows still around."

[ombranera]

"Not for long." How confident was he? Probably too confident, but his lips took on a particularly sharp edge. "They sent a cell of ten after me when I rode to Skyhold- and they were all ill seasoned- young. Not terribly well trained. I offered them mercy as I always have- they do not have a choice in what it is they do. You obey or you die, in the Crows. But whatever price they have on my head is more than enough for none to accept. But they are running out of Assassins to send after me. There cannot be that many Grandmasters left."

Perhaps five or six. When he is done with this Inquisition business? He will take them all in one fell swoop. Then Thedas will be rid of them. Antiva will have to use the other houses- those that did not have quite so horrific practices in training.

"Not yet but, soon."