For one, there are no craftspeople like the dwarves and for another, everyone needs a good knife according to the logic of my father. Where would you like to meet?
[ it takes a scant few minutes for Margaery to get to the training grounds; while everyone was away, she took the liberty of wandering a lot more boldly than she might've otherwise, feeling a sense of freedom in the emptiness.
of course, that only lasted for a few days before she began missing the noise and the fun activity of people-watching terribly.
once she arrives, she casts a glance around to see if she can spot Adastreia amongst the bustle. ]
[ It takes Adrasteia a few minutes more to reach Margaery, but the elven woman waves when she spots the other, so that might make it easier to spot her in a crowd.
She has on robes, and gloves, with her mage's staff strapped to her back as per usual. In her hand is a small package and she smiles as she approaches. ]
Hello! You look well. I hope it wasn't too strange, with nearly everyone gone.
[ she still remembers that night, of course, but her memories of Adrasteia remain fond, if only for how consistently warm she is - a quality Margaery appreciates immensely. ]
It was... nice, for a time. [ her confession comes with a rueful laugh, ] But I ended up missing you all. It's not as much fun without people to watch around here.
[ she notices the package in her hand, but she takes Adrasteia's free hand instead. ]
Will you tell me about your trip and what you found so enlightening?
Oh, I can only imagine. [ Adrasteia gives a smile and squeezes Margaery's hand as she takes it in turn. ] Any place full of people feels strange when it empties out, in my experience.
[ She shifts so that they're arm in arm, which is a little comical looking considering how much taller than her Margaery happens to be. ]
I've been to Orzammar once before, and I found the city rather much the same. Up until I learned there is at least one ancient elvhen tunnel beneath the deep roads. Very exciting and rather dangerous, especially as there are also a group of dwarves, who did not appear to speak Trade and were very angry we had happened upon their territory, there as well. [ This is all said in roughly the same breath but Adrasteia sounds very excited about the whole thing. ] Who knows if any further attempts to find those tunnels will be undertaken but it's fascinating.
[ she wonders now if she should have invited Adrasteia somewhere where they can have a drink, or a short, leisurely stroll - but Margaery listens attentively to what she says, eyebrows raising with interest at the thought of tunnels, and whatever treasures they might hold. ]
I'm glad you are all safe, [ she doesn't need to stretch her imagination to guess that angry dwarves can be quite a sight - and situation. ] but I do hope that if they attempt to find those tunnels, you will be among the first to traverse them. What would you hope to find there, if you could?
Oh that would be nice. [ Somehow, she seriously doubts it'll work out that way, if only because Orzammar tends to deal with it's problems with dwarves and not with a lot of outside help.
Then again, there's little to say that it won't happen a different way than she expects; there's something to be said for being part of Riftwatch now, after they've done all they can to ingratiate themselves to Orzammar's society, and being a Grey Warden doesn't hurt her odds either. ]
An explaination of what I saw. [ That's more important, to her, than any treasure. She shakes her head a little. ] More about what my people were like, before the Dales and the wars that eviscerated the elves from their former standing. But elvhen ruins and reliefs are near-impossible to decipher at this point. Most of the language has been lost to time.
[ she makes a note to herself to request any possible book recommendations Adrasteia may have on Orzammar; while Margaery does feel a need to catch up on the general knowledge of Thedas with its many regions and political climates for Diplomacy reasons, she thinks it'd be even better to have proper context in conversations with friends like this. ]
A language lost to time... that is a real tragedy. [ she squeezes her friend's hand, hoping to convey some measure of comfort. ] But reason for hope, in the unknown that you've discovered. There is no reason why you should give up on finding answers eventually, with time. I was under the impression that Riftwatch might be invited to return anyway, if all the social standings remained upright and strong? Perhaps I will be with you when you next see the tunnels.
[ but she doesn't want to keep digging at a topic that still very much depends on hope, and tugs on Adrasteia's hand playfully. ] Will you show me what you brought?
Many things about elvhen culture and history have been lost to time, unfortunately. [ Adrasteia shakes her head a little at the sadness of it all, but still smiles and squeezes Margaery's hand back in return. ] Riftwatch might return, it's true, and if I'm fortunate, I'll return. I'd be more than happy to show you, should the opportunity make itself known.
Ah, but. The blade in question. Adrasteia's smile widens as she procures the wrapped package and hands it over. The dagger itself that Margaery finds inside is not the most impressive that could have been purchased, but is good for a beginner; the hilt has flowers in the design and the blade is somewhat curved.
[ Margaery's evidently not aware that she's not meant to be as impressed as she is; the dagger is beautiful, curved in a way that she's not familiar with, but it looks lovely and elegant - a perfect representation for who she is in blade form. ]
Adrasteia. [ she speaks softly, hushed. her fingers run over the flowers curling in the hilt. ] This is so lovely, thank you so much. You seemed to have a great understanding of who I am already.
How can I ever repay you?
love how I missed formatting half my comment, there
[ Her expression remains warm as she watches Margaery handle the blade. ] You needn't. [ Adrasteia shakes her head a little. ] I enjoy gifting things to others, it gives me a sense of... I don't know. Hope seems like a silly thing to claim, and yet.
[ She'd like to be remembered, and remembered well, when she inevitably shuffles off the mortal coil, as it were. ]
Everyone should be able to use a knife and have a decent one in my opinion, but I am biased; it's how I was first trained to defend myself.
[ there's a foundation of bittersweet relief that always surfaces even more whenever Margaery thinks about the fact that she'll never return home, but her smile is endlessly grateful: ]
I don't think hope is a silly thing to claim at all. Especially not when you're gifting it to me also. If I am to acclimate as much as I can to my new home, this will be a necessity, I'm sure.
[ she pretends to give Adrasteia a lookover before grinning more playfully. ]
Something tells me you're absolutely lethal with a knife, my lady. And how did you get trained, if you don't mind my asking?
[ Adrasteia can't help but smile even more broadly in the face of Margaery's clear joy at her gift. ]
Ah, my father taught me. I think he was hoping for me to become very skilled with them as a way to avoid my becoming a mage, but I think I manage a passable handle on the matter.
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[ Adrasteia sounds v. pleased with herself. ]
For one, there are no craftspeople like the dwarves and for another, everyone needs a good knife according to the logic of my father. Where would you like to meet?
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Oh, Adastreia, you are too kind. Where are you now? I can come meet you or, perhaps the training grounds would be best?
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[ it takes a scant few minutes for Margaery to get to the training grounds; while everyone was away, she took the liberty of wandering a lot more boldly than she might've otherwise, feeling a sense of freedom in the emptiness.
of course, that only lasted for a few days before she began missing the noise and the fun activity of people-watching terribly.
once she arrives, she casts a glance around to see if she can spot Adastreia amongst the bustle. ]
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She has on robes, and gloves, with her mage's staff strapped to her back as per usual. In her hand is a small package and she smiles as she approaches. ]
Hello! You look well. I hope it wasn't too strange, with nearly everyone gone.
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It was... nice, for a time. [ her confession comes with a rueful laugh, ] But I ended up missing you all. It's not as much fun without people to watch around here.
[ she notices the package in her hand, but she takes Adrasteia's free hand instead. ]
Will you tell me about your trip and what you found so enlightening?
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[ She shifts so that they're arm in arm, which is a little comical looking considering how much taller than her Margaery happens to be. ]
I've been to Orzammar once before, and I found the city rather much the same. Up until I learned there is at least one ancient elvhen tunnel beneath the deep roads. Very exciting and rather dangerous, especially as there are also a group of dwarves, who did not appear to speak Trade and were very angry we had happened upon their territory, there as well. [ This is all said in roughly the same breath but Adrasteia sounds very excited about the whole thing. ] Who knows if any further attempts to find those tunnels will be undertaken but it's fascinating.
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I'm glad you are all safe, [ she doesn't need to stretch her imagination to guess that angry dwarves can be quite a sight - and situation. ] but I do hope that if they attempt to find those tunnels, you will be among the first to traverse them. What would you hope to find there, if you could?
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Then again, there's little to say that it won't happen a different way than she expects; there's something to be said for being part of Riftwatch now, after they've done all they can to ingratiate themselves to Orzammar's society, and being a Grey Warden doesn't hurt her odds either. ]
An explaination of what I saw. [ That's more important, to her, than any treasure. She shakes her head a little. ] More about what my people were like, before the Dales and the wars that eviscerated the elves from their former standing. But elvhen ruins and reliefs are near-impossible to decipher at this point. Most of the language has been lost to time.
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A language lost to time... that is a real tragedy. [ she squeezes her friend's hand, hoping to convey some measure of comfort. ] But reason for hope, in the unknown that you've discovered. There is no reason why you should give up on finding answers eventually, with time. I was under the impression that Riftwatch might be invited to return anyway, if all the social standings remained upright and strong? Perhaps I will be with you when you next see the tunnels.
[ but she doesn't want to keep digging at a topic that still very much depends on hope, and tugs on Adrasteia's hand playfully. ] Will you show me what you brought?
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Ah, but. The blade in question. Adrasteia's smile widens as she procures the wrapped package and hands it over. The dagger itself that Margaery finds inside is not the most impressive that could have been purchased, but is good for a beginner; the hilt has flowers in the design and the blade is somewhat curved.
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Adrasteia. [ she speaks softly, hushed. her fingers run over the flowers curling in the hilt. ] This is so lovely, thank you so much. You seemed to have a great understanding of who I am already.
How can I ever repay you?
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[ She'd like to be remembered, and remembered well, when she inevitably shuffles off the mortal coil, as it were. ]
Everyone should be able to use a knife and have a decent one in my opinion, but I am biased; it's how I was first trained to defend myself.
HAHA it was v cute c:
I don't think hope is a silly thing to claim at all. Especially not when you're gifting it to me also. If I am to acclimate as much as I can to my new home, this will be a necessity, I'm sure.
[ she pretends to give Adrasteia a lookover before grinning more playfully. ]
Something tells me you're absolutely lethal with a knife, my lady. And how did you get trained, if you don't mind my asking?
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Ah, my father taught me. I think he was hoping for me to become very skilled with them as a way to avoid my becoming a mage, but I think I manage a passable handle on the matter.