[ 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

[arcaneadvisor]

This is the difference between the people who know how to survive and those who don't: she isn't unaware, there's so much that comes from the hand that raises you no matter the relation, and the same way that glass will show cracks and faults if the handler is unskilled, so does a person. Morrigan is what Flemeth made her into, at least at first, and Kieran?

Kieran deserves to be his own little person. She has no designs on him such as wearing his skin like her mother wished to.

As ever she flinches, she's not used to being touched unless it's her son who is freer and more open with his affections; a hand clutching hers when he's afraid or wants to show her something, a hand at her back and around her side if he's shrinking back, each time he comes for a hug just because. She understands that some touching isn't just pointless, just another thing Flemeth never allowed her.

"I do hope that he never volunteers whenever he leaves Skyhold to help with whatever requires a Warden's touch. Even starving men would sooner make a soup of rocks and grass should they clap eyes on it but I speak with Leliana, I could convince her." Or needle her, same difference, but she shares her research more openly so it might work to get her to come down. "I have spoken with the commander but once, I would prefer to keep Kieran far from him."

She remembers the Circle tower, even ten years on such a man will not even clap eyes on her son.