A GHOST OF A MEMORY

[aviitus]

So I am about to do something dumb, potentially totally worth it.  Elf mom is coming back. 

[wcrdenqueen-blog]

                                         In Peace, Vigilance.                                                  You were never                                              In War, Victory.                                                        meant                                          In Death, Sacrifice.                                                       to rule.

[wcrdenqueen-blog]

                                         In Peace, Vigilance.                                                  You were never                                              In War, Victory.                                                        meant                                          In Death, Sacrifice.                                                       to rule.

[aviitus]

Alright so I miss my old lady Elf and I fully intend on dragging her out of the depths of hell because Gods I miss her and I miss Dragon Age. So uh, say tuned for for ancient elven antics.

[exiledmagic-blog]

                          EASY GIRL, YOU COULD SCORCH                           A BLOKE WITH A LOOK LIKE THAT. 

[exiledmagic-blog]

                          EASY GIRL, YOU COULD SCORCH                           A BLOKE WITH A LOOK LIKE THAT. 

[aviitus]

I am very much considering dragging this blog back from the depths and writing as Aravas again. Would anyone be interested in interacting?

[aviitus]

                                Mama’s home.

[aviitus]

I miss my old, tired, sad elf mom. I am going to try to be here... try... 

[aviitus]

@incogitatione

     She’s seen his face before, in the lingering remnants of a dream too vivid to be shunned away easily. It is a face that sticks out so obviously and purposefully that only a fool would refuse to acknowledge the signs. It came as no surprise that there he stood, in the hustle and bustle of Val Royeaux, so casually intersecting her path. Something akin to deja vu swept over the ancient elf, the familiar steps to a dance she’s performed over centuries. While she knew she’d have to deal with the situation eventually, she didn’t particularly wish to initiate their meeting. And so, head tucked beneath pale hooded cloak, she made her way to the stall beside him, her body bristled in anticipation and annoyance for the unfortunate events to come. 

[aviitus]

"I admire your handwork on the maps, so to prove this, I'll stop stabbing your maps with knives."

     ❝While the sentiment is appreciated, I’d fear that you’d simply explode without exerting your… enthusiasm. Of all things in Skyhold you could stab, I suppose my maps are the least harmful. All I ask is that you do not harm the more intricate ones.❞ 

[aviitus]

@oltheth

     ❝ Since joining this inquisition, I could not help but notice that you, Inquisitor, seem to be one of the few with a drive to reach our goals. Our soldiers care little for the cause it seems, except that they may be adorned with the title of hero, our other companions can be... eccentric and easily distracted and the advisers care more about how we appear to the public. Public support is fine and well, but it does nothing to aid you in piercing Corypheus’s heart. I do wish everyone had your attitude in regards to the situation at hand. If I may aid in more important ways, other than being a simple cartographer, you need only ask. ❞  

[aviitus]

Please forgive the very hastily made graphic. Recently, I hit 100 followers on this blog and I just... I want to promote and thank some amazing people who have stuck around with me no matter what, despite my blog hopping. It really means a lot that you all followed me and this stoic old elf. The people on this list are truly wonderful folks who I will never get enough of and admire greatly. Even if we have talked for hours and hours, or only pass like two ships sailing in the night, you all deserve the best.

@feneviin @suchtige @vintyvanora @dantesheaven @ironhorns @prophetry @oflavellan @tethrxs @vvolka @sinstress @vindiicem @burningarrcws @provocatcur @daelgar @vigiilance @path-of-sorrows @rebelliontales @fenrirtevi @teldiin @crowbound @xstrange @aithreachas @fadeweaver @bloodimagery @flamebound @theeternalsun @rutiilus

[aviitus]

@crowbound

       The ghost of a smile passed over the pale elf’s lips and grey eyes peered over her shoulder. Attention was torn from her work and placed upon the man in her door step, though not as begrudgingly as most situations would have been. She didn’t mind when the Crow visited her. It was a refreshing break from her duties.

       ❝ You’re losing your touch, my dear. I heard you all the way down the corridor. Do you need something of me? ❞

[aviitus]

@altusimperium

         ❝ Dorian. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? Have you come to test my knowledge for more secrets? Or do you simply desire my company? It is not often you make the journey to my quarters. ❞

[aviitus]

I have both muse and time! Starter call!

[aviitus]

❝ I beg your pardon, but I must have heard you incorrectly. You want me to do what, exactly? ❞