[Closed] Drink With Me To Days Gone By

[madame_de_fer]

WHO: DAI advisors and companions, yes even Cole
WHAT: Drinking and remembering... party? Not a party.
WHEN: Mid Guardian, right after this. Well, once everyone's not freezing ass in the snow.
WHERE: Vivienne's Balcony
NOTES: Drinks. Feels. Varric and Cassandra, please keep to opposite ends of the balcony, if you please. (Tag around and in and whatever how you like.)



[After the heated emotional outbreak over the sending crystal, and the resultant reminder of the one they've lost, Vivienne quietly opens her balcony to those who knew the Herald best. Silent drinking is allowed, raging tempers are not. Sharing fond memories of the Herald welcomed and possibly even craved.]

Comments

[fightingale]

Chicken coop?

( Excuse you, sir. The indignation is, perhaps, not very subtle for all that it remains as understated as she tries to always be. )

I'll destroy your hope at winning in a heartbeat, for that.

[liberalum]

Pigeon pen?

[ He smiles, brilliantly. ]

I'd hope for nothing less, dear lady.

[fightingale]

Murder manor?

( Bless puns, honestly.
She hums, musing, head canted slightly to the side. ) A little grandiose, I suspect. Although I could always expand to peacocks, or something of the like, if you have an objection to ravens. Nug training has been delayed indefinitely.

( And a breath of laughter. ) I promise you, there is very little that is dear about me, Dorian.