[ 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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[ombranera]

Her voice, as always, was clear and pleasant; the song was unfamiliar to him but it spoke of something that was familiar enough. An appreciation for freedom, a desire to roam. Something he knew and felt well, something that tugged at him under his ribs often while living and working in Skyhold. He had been here too long- even during the Blight they had been ever roaming. The Inquisition with all it's armies moved slow, taking action where they could, when they could.

At least the most recent visit to Nevarra had scratched that itch somewhat.

Between the song and the gifts he was touched, the embroidery was not Dalish and the leather was not Antivan, but it was warm. And he would need them in Emprise Du Lion as it was bitterly cold. He ran his hands along the stitching, the fur within, and smiled. "Many thanks, Katniss."

[the_effect_she_has]

It was a song of the Hinterlands, and she had sung it at every festival and every country dance. The need to fly away was in the heart of every country boy and girl -- and it had been no different for Katniss and Primrose. Once Prim had finished her training - she had wanted to go traveling, moving far away from the Hinterlands so she could learn different healing arts and Katniss could breath a sigh of relief from not being in the same place, all their lives.

Now she sang it in memory, all happy ones, and a promise fulfilled to move on with her life. To honor a friend who was now both teacher, mentor, and just someone she felt comfortable around.

"You are welcome, Zev. And ... last one." She leaned in, and pressed a warm kiss to his cheek, before speaking in halting Antivan, " Mol-ti... feli-ci ...ri-torn-i ...il mio amic-o."

[ombranera]

"Gircio." It's a soft correction, not done unkindly. He reached up to squeeze her shoulder in thanks but- Amico wasnot something handed out so easily in his shade of Antiva. She has no way of knowing the context and with most that learn the language? That was the one they reached for first as it was the word that fit their broad and baffling definition of friend. "Grazie, mio Gircio."

[the_effect_she_has]

"Gir-ci-o." Katniss sounded it out, then said it again with a more firm grasp, "Gircio. I'm not much with languages, but I wanted you to hear Antivan on your birthday." She gave him another smile, and gently covered his hand with her own, before going to rise. "And I hope? You get many more good surprises today."

[ombranera]

"Perhaps if you like I could teach you more, yes?" Later, today was for lazing about. "As do I, Katniss. As do I. Remind me when your birthday is so I might help you celebrate it properly, yes?"

[the_effect_she_has]

Katniss grinned, before she nodded her head excitedly. "I'd love it. But not today - today I like to think of you lazing around in all your fancy things." She waggled her eyebrows, before she made a brief face, "Oh, in about three hundred and fifty days. But if I make it to twenty-two, I'll throw a party and you'll be a guest of honor."

She dipped into a bow again, with a slight hand flourish. "Until later, my dear Zevran."