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WHO: Twisted Fate & Nerva; open prompt available for catch-all
WHAT: Twisted Fate promised to continue to teach Nerva how to dance. And so they do.
WHEN: Beginning of Drakonis
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Open prompt available for catch-all. Wildcards welcome.

♠ NERVA;

"Ah, I'm glad you received my invitation."

A note had been left for the former Templar, asking her to join him on the battlements. Frankly, there are less people here and it's more than enough space for what he wants to do. He isn't particularly embarrassed, but he wants to respect Nerva's senses.

Funny to think of that. When they first met, he'd been less than impressed with her. First meetings are hardly everything, though.

He knows that well.

So here they are, and Twisted Fate with an ulterior motive, unspoken. And it'll remain that way.

♠ OPEN;

You might find Twisted Fate in his usual place, in the tavern, smiling wickedly and inviting you for a friendly game. As he does.

Or maybe outside, sighing in exasperation as he assists Zevran's roguish students in learning sleight of hand, commenting wryly at the inability to palm their cards just right.

Often, he's also found at the library, thumbing through his newest selection of a novel of questionable quality.

Yet, you might also find that there is a wolf wandering the premises, caught out of the corner of your eye, and quickly it is gone. Shapeshifting is a matter of continued practice, and wryly to himself he's found this to be the next simplest form.

Maybe it's something else. Something unmentioned. It's up to you, friend.

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If it were a common animal, there would be no doubt Beleth's skill to land her arrow with little trouble. Obviously, Twisted Fate is far from a common animal, not that Beleth would know that. He hears with these amazing ears the telltale sign of a bowstring being drawn back, a sound he's heard a hundred times or more in his life.

He turns and darts sharply in the opposite direction when she fires, letting out a loud wuff that's almost like a laugh as he narrowly dodges the arrow. Fate works his way through the battlements, aiming to head toward the direction of the tavern.

Beleth isn't one to boast about her abilities, but she knows that it should be within her skills to take down one wolf. The fact that he manages to elude her is both frustrating and suspicious--But she doesn't have time to worry about strange wolves, not when he's heading for the tavern. The last thing she needed was a wolf to go get the drunks all stirred up and probably kill each other. Also, that nice boy that stayed at the top of the tavern. She couldn't let the wolf hurt him.

She mutters another elven curse as she starts hustling to catch up to the wolf. Damn, but she wished that she had another hunter here. Working with another, she could've done a little more to try to trap the wolf. Of course, then she'd have to deal with being laughed at for missing such a simple target.

She reaches for one of her explosive arrows, twisting her lips in distaste. It'd ruin any chance to use the wolf's pelt or meat, but if the creature got into the tavern, the important thing was going to be taking it down, not eating it. She nocks the arrow, and throws stealth into the wind, rushing to the tavern.

"Only in this place..." She murmurs quietly, shaking her head. This never happened in the clan. Anyone older than 10 could have taken this wolf down.

The chase is something that he could provide for sometime, but he knows that Beleth isn't aware of who he is. She is actively trying to kill him and he should get around to revealing himself until this turns out badly.

When he sees that explosive arrow, he knows it's just about time for it.

Instead of attempting to wrangle the door open, the wolf circles around the tavern, the nook just out of sight. It's here that he concentrates, returning to his normal form.

Worst comes to worst, he thinks that he can put up a barrier in time. Maybe. Probably.

In any case, Twisted Fate turns to face Beleth, smiling sharply as he does.

"That was terribly exciting."

Beleth breaths a silent sigh of relief when she sees that the wolf avoids the tavern. Arrow drawn, ready to be fired, she whirls around the corner and--

Nearly falls right on her rear when Fate is just there. She does stumbles backwards a little, expression bewildered, before sliding to peer around Twisted Fate. Nothing. And then, slowly, confusion is replaced by dawning realization, as she puts down her bow, and turns to the other elf. There is a solitary moment of silence in which Beleth just stares at him, before both bow and arrow are dropped in favor of giving Fate a shove.

"You ass! That was you? The whole time? I--I was trying to hunt that wolf! I--" She steps away from him, expression torn between enough anger to toss him off the ramparts right then and there, and a horrified realization that she had almost killed someone. Someone who was a massive tool, but certainly not one she wanted to murder. "I was trying to hunt you. Do you know what that means!? Do you--Do you grasp that concept!?"

She may be, just a slight bit, hysterical.