[ 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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[kallian_endris]

"I see. I... have an Orlesian story my mother told me when I was very young," she offered.

Delicately, she cleared her throat, and began to sing it. Her voice was clear and sweet, if not truly polished, and soft.

"They say Dalish elves keep halla. One day a black halla belonging to the elves of Halamshiral ate the buckwheat in the field of a human woman who lived nearby. The woman went to the elves to complain, and a voice answered: "You will be paid for your buckwheat!"

Thereupon the elves gave the woman a cupful of buckwheat, and promised her that it would never diminish so long as none should be given away. That year buckwheat was very scarce, but no matter how many buckwheat cakes the woman and her family ate there was never less buckwheat in their store.

At last, however, a rag-gatherer arrived and asked for food. Thoughtlessly the woman gave him one of her buckwheat cakes, and suddenly, as though by magic, all the rest of the buckwheat disappeared and was gone forever."

[ombranera]

"So the moral of the tale is to never be generous?" What a strange story, but then considering the Orelsians it is not so terribly odd.

[kallian_endris]

"I think it's more a warning to never cross elves," she answered with a shrug.

[ombranera]

"A fair warning indeed!" He crackled a soft laugh.

[kallian_endris]

"Still, I hope you enjoyed it," she said softly.