[ 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

[dreadinquisitor]

"And you claim not to be a mage," Maxwell teased with a little shake of his head.

One minute there was a knife, and the next there wasn't. And even having seen it, Maxwell wasn't entirely sure he could said where it had gone.

"I hope it serves you well, and if you ever have trouble with it, just let me know. I stand by my work."

[ombranera]

"You made this?" Sam's work in the forge he knew, but Maxwell's? That was news to him. A noble forging a blade for an elf.

He'd already known Max to be different from most noble men he'd met in the past but this more or less cinched the lesson.

[dreadinquisitor]

He nodded, the movement melting into a shrug. It was a simple thing for him. A gift for someone he cared about. That's what he wanted it to be, so he didn't think of the other connotations.

"Blades aren't something I do a great deal of," he admitted. "I tend to stay with bow and arrow work, but it's nice to branch out sometimes. Plus, it seemed a better fit for you."

[ombranera]

"Then I shall take all the more care not to lose it." He wasn't one that was often surprised, and yet all Maxwell has done since they met was surprise him. "And I will let you know how well it serves me."

[dreadinquisitor]

"Good."

Maxwell smiled. A simple pleasure warming in his eyes and he seemed to settle further, relaxing as some small uncertainty eased away.

"So, any other plans for this momentous day?"

[ombranera]

"More lounging, perhaps a bit more sketching, and delivering the winners their spoils before midnight. Apparently I've a special gift waiting for me with Isabela later today- and with The Iron Bull tonight." He will be sore and sated tomorrow, that was certain.

[dreadinquisitor]

An eyebrow twitched, his mouth curling.

"A busy birthday boy," he teased, giving Zevran's knee a little bump with his own before he shifted to begin to stand. "I won't keep you then, but I hope you have a happy day, Zevran."

[ombranera]

"And a good day to you as well, Max." How strange that he be this easy, this friendly with anyone like Maxwell- but then again? There were few like him. Perhaps it should not be such a surprise.