May 4
Ser Schmooples
cotton velveteen, wool, glass bead, and excelsior stuffing, glass eyes, tinted with thinned acrylic paints, aluminum armature wire in the hands and feet, bronze bell in chest, mylar in the ears.
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seen from Canada
seen from China
seen from Germany
Ser Schmooples
cotton velveteen, wool, glass bead, and excelsior stuffing, glass eyes, tinted with thinned acrylic paints, aluminum armature wire in the hands and feet, bronze bell in chest, mylar in the ears.
A Sinking Star
Chapter 4: Elysium
Okay, so I was so terribly excited to get Ser Schmooples done specifically for this chapter, which is one of my favorites. There's a tea party.
They were met at her camp by an excited sylvan, who had apparently commandeered the fancy Orlesian tea set that Josephine had asked Vivienne to find on a trip to Orlais, and had arranged it neatly on a little log with ornately decorated petit fours placed carefully on large leaves. Both Ser Schmooples and Druffy, each wearing lopsided flower crowns, were arranged solemnly on large pillows placed around the makeshift tea table. There were flowers arranged in a little mug, and Imagination had Crystal Grace wound through its branches like a garland. It dropped a flower crown on Solas’ head and tucked a huge dawn lotus into her hair, motioning to the tea set excitedly as it tugged on her hand.
“Just one moment, lethallen,” she laughed, “let us at least prepare to receive your hospitality.”
It paused for a moment, rustling gently in thought, then nodded vigorously in a shower of leaves, shooing them towards the aravel.
“Must I, vhenan?” asked Solas plaintively, as she straightened his flower crown and plucked a leaf from the front of his sweater.
“You don’t have to actually drink the tea,” she said, turning to put on her surcoat. “It’s a spirit of Imagination. I’m sure it will be very happy if you pretend to drink the tea. It’s probably just pretend tea anyway. Do sylvans drink? But it’s rude to refuse tea. To offer it is a gesture of hospitality, to treat someone as an honored guest. Sometimes a gesture of truce. If you refuse it, then it’s like saying that you don’t trust them. You must know, you set up that meeting at a teahouse.” She reflected on this for a moment. That particular meeting was not an excellent example of the rules of hospitality. “Anyway,” she continued, “it will droop and start losing leaves if you don’t come too, and it looks so sad when its doing that. It’s so fond of you. And there will be the petit fours that you like.”