iamnxtafraid .::. Closed Starter
There are few things Kivari holds more disdain for than water & that is the severe lack of. The west, perhaps beautiful in all it’s golden days, was not meant to harbor a Ferelden who’s home lie in snow and frozen mud.
If the heat wasn’t enough to make the elf irritable the sand that seemed to get everywhere was. Still, Kivari dragged herself out of her recently pitched tent at the announcement of another’s arrival. It was about time. Any long and Kivari’s sour mood may have bordered hostile. She was many things, patient is not one of them.
Still, she squares her shoulders and gives a small nod of respect. A small gesture given hesitantly ( though the fact it’s given at all should be something of note )
“Inquisitor, yeah? Hope I’m not too late for the end of the world. Well, the saving of.” Extending her hand the Warden at least attempts civility despite her mood.
“Kivari Tabris, Warden Commander and all that fun such.”
