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[fadewalking-archived]

@falconsarrow, continued from here.

He stood with arms loosely crossed over his chest as he waited and listened to the answer Sebastian gave him.

“Huh.” Solas considered this with a raised brow, having not expected the topic of dance. Though, if he thought about it, he wasn’t quite sure what he had been expecting at all.  “Is this knowledge through experience? ..Successful experience?” 

[vintyvanora]

@falconsarrow

   The meeting had been much anticipated--a handful of Kirkwall and Starkhaven’s    most powerful merchants meeting to discuss the future. There were trade    agreements and details of said agreements to be worked out, and older ones to    be re-worked. Of course, the Merchants of Kirkwall were more than aware what    an opportunity it was to show off their wealth and power. It was a cruel twist of    irony that Vanora had ended up in Kirkwall instead of Starkhaven--they were a    much more refined people. The ships from Starkhaven had begun to dock, and    the Hightown market was coming alive. Vanora stood before the large stand that    her goods occupied. It was placed nearly dead center to the market, and boasted    one of the three largest spaces--it was a testament to what she had accomplished    there.

       “The vase needs to be moved to the right. The jewels        are blocking the filigree and they clash. And the bow--        it’s ancient. Don’t set it on the table like that. The display        rack behind you is here for a reason. We cannot have        people handling something so old.”

   The finishing touches are made just as the first wave of Starkhaven merchants arrive    --and thus the long week began.

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falconsarrow replied to your post: Just drawing something and trying not to die out...

Hey, you’re really good!

I am first year art student and I worked on my art for 5 years by myself and a year on the course, but I am not so good XD Well, I saw worse, but also better and I know I can improve myself on the studies :D

[lusacantheoldgod]

Non Omnia ut Videtur

The world had been so utterly strange when she had awoken from her centuries-long slumber and not much had changed in the last few days of staying in this "Kirkwall". 

Lusacan had fled there, knowing that staying in the wilderness would only bring her unwanted attention from both humans and darkspawn. 'Though perhaps it would be better than this...' the dragon-turned-maiden thought to herself as she huddled near the large and ornate door of the humans' temple.

Lusacan found it... calming, the song she would often hear radiating from inside soothed the terror that oft plagued her. She knew not the words or the story, but the intonation was enough to remind her of the lullabies that Dumat would often sing to get them all to slumber. They did not have his deep voice but... it was enough.

Sounds... voices... Lusacan perked and stood, her golden eyes reflecting the dimness of the moon, who's light lit the pale stone that city was built from. She focused before noting a few figures that ascended the stairway. The sounds of walking and clattering metal clustered her thoughts.

Armor.

Weapons.

Things the magically disguised dragon had no wish to come in contact with if she could avoid it. Stepping out into plaza would surely draw attention, and with that in mind Lusacan opened one of the heavy doors as quietly as she was able and slipped within the silent temple. Lusa quickly faced the door and pushed it shut before turn around.

Her thin pupils opened wide at the dimness (reflecting the light of the many burning candles), yet could have just as easily reflected her surprise of how this place looked on the inside. The little Old God had not expected such beauty, even the temples dedicated to her brother Urthemiel, whose beauty was nearly unsurpassed, were rough in their execution. On silent and bare feet Lusacan began to explore the immediate room of worship within the temple.

She wanted so terribly to know of what had happened since she had slumbered, since her brothers had been tainted and slain. What better way to learn than from exploring a temple dedicated to new gods?

[falconsarrowarchived]

To a Flame

It was dimly lit inside, despite the height of the sun. Colours splayed out along the marble floor, reflecting the stained glass mosaics the light filtered through, and made the rising insence look like ephemeral ghosts in the air. The echo of voices hung in the air, moderately distant yet encompasing all at once. Sebastian closed his eyes and silently mouthed the words of the Chant as lay sisters and mothers led their mid-morning congregation through the service. Once, Sebastian would have gladly joined them, gazing with unveiled adoration up at the depiction of Andraste. Now, however, he found more contentment in tending to things a little more earthly--the shelves of candles before him symbolised memories for loved ones lost, but they needed attention. Some had guttered out, some had reached the bottom of their wax, some had a wick buried that needing unearthing. Thoughts of his own family filled his mind as he replaced candles that had too little wax left in them. Not only had his immediate family been killed, but the servants who had been with them, who had been closest to them were also killed. They might have exiled him from the family for all intents and purposes, but they were still his family and he had never reconciled with them the way he had wanted to. The only person he truly missed, however, was his grandfather, almost ten years dead. He made sure to always light a candle for his grandfather, if not for the rest of his family, as well. The song of the Chant reached his ears again through such heavy thoughts, and he hummed softly along, letting his mind dissipate into a quieter state--ripples smoothing on the surface of a lake. The leather straps of his armour creaked as he moved, and it was as much a comforting sound as the Chant was while he worked.

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avelinedulac-vallen replied to your post: ooc ooc: I’m here, life just got really out of control there for a bit.

No worries--I completely understand. I was also trying to get some of the other members to reply ;)

[falconsarrowarchived]

A Thoughtless Gesture (open)

It was not one of his better days. He felt too rushed--the Grand Cleric had him running errands to take supplies and fresh water to Darktown (which he didn't mind, don't get him wrong), but after that it was something else, and after that yet another thing. Sebastian felt as if she were intentionally giving him busywork, and it was beginning to irritate him. He couldn't tell if she was testing his resolve to the Chantery, or if she truly didn't realise it seemed that way. He somehow doubted the latter. What's more, he wasn't sure himself if he wanted to prove her right or wrong.

After she sent him out to prune the bushes in the Chantry gardens, however, Sebastian decided enough was enough. He would not shirk the duty she laid upon him, but he would not waste more of his time doing these inconsequential tasks. He rushed through the bushes as quickly as he could with a pair of shears, then clambered up over the walls surrounding the gardens and into Hightown.

It was like the world had suddenly opened up and blew a fresh breeze his way. As he stood, Sebastian noted how there were times--more and more of them--where the Chantry just felt... confining again. Hawke certainly had a large influence on his life, he had to admit. A small, wry grin twisted one corner of his mouth. No, he amended, he really could blame none but himself for his slow but steady descent back out of the Chantry's passive ways. Hawk had just provided the means again. His soul had always been restless and prone to action.

Too late realising he still held the shears, Sebastian clucked his tongue at himself and tucked them into his belt. He was out of his armour, but still carried a dagger--and now shears--if need be. Some small part of him chastised himself for not reporting back to Elthina--sure she had him doing menial tasks, but what if a real issue occured? He shook his head; the day was slow and warm, and it was doubtful anything dire would suddenly happen. Set on his course now, Sebastian mildly wondered what Hawke and crew were up to; he hadn't heard from any of them for a while. Probably busy at the Wounded Coast or Sundermount, such was his luck.

No proper destination in mind, Sebastian meandered away from the Chantry. Maybe he'd go to the Hanged Man, he mused, unless he ran across someone else along the way.