#watcher adira

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Adira saw everyone else showing off in this supremely pretty dollmaker and said "My turn!"

I won't lie, I spent several long minutes considering what her story would have been like if she were an Elf instead of Ocean Folk before realizing there was an option to change the ear. Probably still going to think about it, though

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☕ for Adira who adores tea of all kinds

[Send ☕ for a tea blend based on your muse] 

Adira has good taste! :-D For her as a fellow tea lover, I’m gonna go with a green tea blend, starting with kukicha, one of my favorite green varieties, and adding a fun herbal blend to that:

What’s in the Foxtrot, since the caption on the blending page doesn’t elaborate much:

And for accents:

The lemon balm miiiiight be just a bit too much? Worth a try, though :-D

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Hallmark Movie Plot Generator? Yes, please!

There isn't a ton of choice for the first name, but I got something close and could totally fix that if I really want to

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The stars have aligned and I managed to write a little something! It's from a Domestic Fluff prompt list that I can no longer find because the search works fantastically (!) Found it!

*Editing to add this takes place after Deadfire in their timeline

Prompt - Domestic Fluff - Waking Up Together

The soft, rhythmic patter of rain overhead nudged Adira from her deep slumber. With a groan of protest, she rolled over and pulled the heavy quilt more tightly around her body. This was not how she would have preferred to start the morning. They hadn’t yet been able to find a way to make the tent waterproof, and it was only a matter of time before the water made its way inside and forced them from the relative comfort of their bedrolls.

Soon enough, the falling rain transitioned from a gentle caress to a sound more akin to a chorus of drums. Eyes closed, she waited for the inevitable drip-drip-drip of the unwelcome leak to make an appearance and put an end to her restful doze. It was hardly fair of nature to rouse her from bed before she was ready.

“What’re you grumbling about over there?” Edér asked, his tired voice muffled by his pillow.

“Don’t you hear the rain?” It was thunderingly loud now. How could he possibly not hear it? “It’s going to start leaking any minute now.”

The long silence from his side of the tent was unexpected but not more so than the amused chuckle that followed it. “You sure about that?”

“Of course, I’m sure. We’ve been sleeping in this gods forsaken tent for months. You know as well as I do that it leaks.”

“Oh,, I’m well acquainted with the tent’s many faults,” he agreed amiably but didn’t fully concede. Instead, he rolled closer and pulled her back against his chest. “You should try opening your eyes.”

“No.” She was aware of how petulant she sounded but didn’t entirely care. “I hate this tent. I’m tired of sleeping in it, and I swear I’m going to burn it as soon as the house is finished.”

“The house is finished.”

“Yes, as soon as the house is finished.”

A heavy sigh tickled her ear. “Gods grant me patience,” he whispered, only partly joking. “I finished the roof a couple of hours ago. The house is done. And if you’d open your eyes, you’d see you’re in it.”

Adira’s eyes flew open, and she propped herself up on her elbows, gazing in sleepy disbelief at the room around her. While she still lay on the bedroll that she’d fallen asleep on, she was definitely not in the tent.“How? And how did I get here?”

“Had a feeling we were gonna get some rain today so I went back to work after you fell asleep. Believe it or not, I hate the tent as much as you,” he said with a yawn. “There’s still work to be done, but we’ve got a roof that’s good enough to keep the rain outside where it’s supposed to be.

“As for how you got here, I carried your beautiful, snoring ass inside. It was real romantic.”

“I don’t snore.”

“Of course you don’t.” He chuckled and nestled his cheek against her dark curls. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go back to sleep. You should, too. It’s been a long few months, and we deserve a day off. Maybe two.”

She responded with a murmur of approval and relaxed back into his arms. “If you insist.”

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I’ve become enamoured with the idea that, during the Caed Nua years, Adira and Kana become much closer than they were over the events of the first game. Aside from Eder, who’s off doing Night Market stuff, Kana’s the only one who takes time to visit occasionally, and he writes to her all the time.

His letters start off fairly standard, but soon turn into lengthy tales of how he became accidentally betrothed to the son of one of his old history professors, or how he was mistaken for a visiting dignitary and was given five star luxury treatment at a royal palace in an unnamed country, or the time he spent two days in jail over an argument that came to blows with a travelling merchant who he accused of selling substandard parchment. Adira has no idea if any of these are actually true, but whenever he visits she insists he perform readings of the letters to her closest friends. Invitations to his readings are highly coveted, but only a select few get the opportunity to hear about his encounters first hand.

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It doesn't matter how many times I play, this scene always gives me joy. I love him

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I have no doubts that Berath's attitude towards Adira in Deadfire is a result of my normally kindhearted and benevolent Watcher's thorough purge of every single acolyte and priest of Berath in Raedric's Keep. In her defence, Kolsc did tell her she could have the run of the place afterwards. It's not her fault some people didn't get the memo and insisted in putting themselves between her reward and her bow

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I did another one, slightly different, because I have no self control