#bijoudefer

[theharellan]

bijoudefer - somebody's gonna lose, it ain't gonna be me

Ambassador Montilyet had wisely moved the mage events far from Skyhold's grounds. That way no skitterish nobles would be looking for blood magic out of the corner of their eyes, and there was room to work spells without catching anything on fire.

Solas stood with his arms drawn behind him, his eyes tracing the length of the field. He saw Vivienne standing before the scoreboard, standing with her chin in her hand, undoubtedly sizing up the competition.

"So, are we to be competing, Enchanter Vivienne?" It was not truly a question, even if his voice lilted at the end of his sentence. "I did not think you would risk losing to an apostate mage."

[that-hawke-woman]

bijoudefer

    "Varric tells me you made quite the entrance, Madame de Fer." 

[fvdetouched-blog]

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♬  - to dance with my muse

    "I hope I'm not too terrible of a dance partner, Madame de Fer." Her knowledge came from those who danced to the tunes of bards in dilapidated taverns, not the dance floors of Orlesian balls—that she'd lasted the night at Halamshiral without anyone suspecting the truth of her birth had been a blessing.

        Following Vivienne's lead at least allowed her to perform a decent facsimile, or one that was better than her usual. She let herself go where the other woman led her, twirled when she was meant to. And surprisingly, it was genuinely fun.

     "Are you enjoying the festivities?"

[elvhenofthewilds-blog1]

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"A beast, is it? How delightful."

Oh lovely.  Her brow rose, and she eyed the woman sharply. "No Ranger is fully two-legger, after learning the craft."

[antivan-heart-blog]

bijoudefer started following you

It is good to see you, Madame De Fer. -she smiles, inclining her head politely- I hope accommodations has been to your liking.

[elvhenofthewilds-blog1]

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"I will not guarantee your health if you try to sneak up on me again. A beast does not like surprises."

[aintnotaintinme]

Well. Apparently mages in other parts of Thedas had much fancier robes. Isilae's were torn and worn from the journey to Haven, and she needed new ones, but even before everything that had happened she certainly hadn't been so shiny. Or owned such a pointy hat.

Isilae hovered, watching the Herald of Andraste speak to the mage, then slipped closer as they parted ways. "Not all the mages here think that the circles should be destroyed and that chaos should reign," she hedged, having heard part of their conversation. "We want peace just as much as anyone else."

[theharellan]

{ It is the height of Orlesian fashion. Perhaps you would enjoy it. --Sincerely, Madame de Fer, Enchanter to the Orlesian Court } Inside the bundle of druffalo fur was an exquisitely-tailored outfit; a tunic of white with green accents (inlaid with quartz), a pair of woolen gloves, and boots to match.

Solas was not sure where he would wear these.

Or why.

He was not even sure if he trusted Vivienne’s insistence that they were the height of fashion, but with Orlais he supposed anything was possible. He took the boots, glad that he could break them in before they visited Halamshiral. As for everything else? Well, only time would tell what he would do with those.