#xesperanza

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@xesperanza

   “That song you had been humming. What was it?” 

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XESPERANZA LIKED X FOR A STARTER !

  She’d often considered herself an excellent listener. Incredibly aware of her surroundings; ears pricked at the slightest distinction in change about her. Yet somehow this individual had managed to come into the room unheard. The books she’d been holding for Cullen dropping to the floor as her small frame gave a jolt of fright. BUNNY. This was precisely why Erdhardt called her bunny. Ever hyper aware of her surroundings until something managed to catch her offguard. And then - well - then she could scare herself into Death’s arms.

      " Rather impolite! " Irritation laced her words as the mage scooped her skirts, kneeling down to gather the books she’d dropped. Certainly they had been in a precise order ( knowing Cullen ), and here she’d ruined that. " And whom might I thank for startling me so? "

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Don't ask how she ever came to have them, but a gift has been left for Anthy - a bag of gemstones, and a ring of carved Nevarrite to hold the bag closed. Hopefully the ring fits the dwarva. - xesperanza

@xesperanzaStrolling the courtyard looking nothing more than a ne’er-do-well with too much time on her hands, instead of the head of a large bundle of very sharp pointy, magic-y people, Anthracite Cadash whistled loudly. And terribly. Enough so that the horses, several hundred yards or so away, snorted and kick-stomped in their corrals thus driving the Horse Master to tut at them. The nondescript bag had been delivered by a young page -- brown freckled with an adorable gap in her front teeth that was flashed as she dipped a hurried salute and went, mumbling an yer worshipfulness and taking off in a cloud of dust again to the next delivery. She didn’t even have a chance to tell the girl thank you, before she was off again. Taking the bag in hand, she lifted it to the level of her eyes as if she could possible see through it and guess what was inside. Turning it this a-way and that a-way, she jingled it to hear the melodious sounds of something deliciously expensive inside. The ring itself was wriggled off the top then fiddled with until she found herself wearing it neatly on the first finger of her right hand. Nobody dared say anything about the Inquisitor standing in the middle of the courtyard staring at her hand tipped up at the sun just so she could see how it sparkled on the ring. When she finally had a chance to peek into the bag, the spill of faceted light across gemstones of precious and semi-precious made the Dwarva nearly squeak. As if she were caught with something she might not, should not, have. After a very not at all suspicious look sent left, right, and up--she bundled the bag up and ran off. Presumably to spill the contents of said bag into the kind light of candle and hearth fire in order to watch them glow in said light. Nothing made her happier at that very moment. 

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@xesperanza​ liked for a starter

Kieran rubbed his hands together, blowing on them before returning to digging through the marshy soil.  And to think he’d forgotten why he hated the Wilds of southern Ferelden (aside from the obvious memories of Ostagar and the Blight).  He just needed a few more samples before he could go back to his camp and try to restore the lost warmth in his hands and feet.  Marsh plants collected, he slogged out of the ankle-deep water and began the trek back to camp where there would hopefully be dry trousers.

He kept his staff in hand, always vigilant for anything out of place.

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@xesperanza

Hopeful:

  Tea from the Inquisitor? This was quite the shock, but Anzia’s surprised blink was short, and her lips quickly lifted in a small smile.

“Th-thank you, Inquisitor!  I-… Oh!  You even put honey in it!” How thoughtful, but how had Melwyn known that honey in tea was a guilty pleasure of hers? “You… didn’t make a cup for yourself though.”

     Melwyn offered a gentle smile, nodding slightly in Anzia’s direction in acknowledgement of her thanks. Though not necessary, it was nice to know it was appreciated.

     “It’s a special mix of Dalish herbs, and some honey that my brother sent me from my clan. Lavellan honey is simply the best there is.”

     Melwyn smiled sheepishly at the woman’s comment, giving a soft laugh in response. 

     “Ah, I.. I drank my fill already, don’t worry. I figured I may as well share it before I drink it all.”

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Commission of  Anzia Verasaille for @xesperanza

Thank you so much for commissioning me!

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xesperanza replied to your photo: I will wade out                        till my...

[[ this! is so nice !!! ]]

((Thank you so  much! It was my first mood/aesthetic graphic. I would like to thank every and any rp graphics maker who puts tutorials up on tumblr. ))