arrival. There are so, so many things someone should be concerned about when they first appear in a place like this: how to get home, what's happened to you, is this place a danger, things like that. Things that maybe someone shouldn't be concerned with would be...trying out every drink the bar has to see what the effects are.
And yet, that's what Bellara is doing.
Or, rather, it's what she wants to be doing, but the barkeep has decided to cut the very strange elven woman off at three drinks and, much to her disappointment, it means she can't actually ascertain anything about the other options! So if you're headed over, you valiant soul, to try something? You'll spot a woman with a notebook out (huh??) jotting things down, and she'll brighten the moment she locks eyes. "Oh! Are you here to get a drink? Would you do me a huge, huge favor? I don't think anything's harmful about these--" What a reassuring way to talk to someone! "--buuut I want to see what they do? I've tried some and they have the weirdest changes happening."
Yes, she is jingling every time she moves. No, she has nothing jingling on her person. "Please? I don't have any coin but I'll be right here with you. And I'm sure there's nothing bad. It just seems like fun!"
Bellara Lutere, coping out of her worry by focusing on something she can fuss with? On brand.
the masquerade. She's never been to something like this but it feels like something straight out of one of those Minrathous serials. Court intrigue, daring glances...even possible romance! It's exciting! It's something so new and unique. And while she's still not sure what to make of this place, she'll still go. It's rude not to, most likely, and she'd rather cause trouble later if things here are evil rather than to upset someone who might be willing to help.
The dress she's wearing is too nice for her, she feels, and she wishes she had better sleeves on it...but the drape at the waist has allowed her to sneak in a pen and notebook (where did she get it?) so she can idly take some notes like a grand detective. But mostly? She's just marveling at people in their dresses and coats and masks, totally basking in the glow of something eye-opening and wonderful. And still taking notes. Which might be a bit of a social faux pas.
Or if you pass by, you might even hear a small gasp of wonder because you look amazing. But if you turn and look, she'll just give an awkward little smile and wave. "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt. You just...look great!"
Or if you're also being a wallflower, she might try to strike up conversation. "What do they mean by favor? Do you know what we're supposed to do?" She wants to just be prepared, honestly, because she wants to investigate.
an ancient secret. Without her magic and without her bow, she's not going to be much help in a fight. But hearing about tablets and ancient information, old magic? That's right up her alley. So whether you've gotten roped into all of this or decided to test your luck, she's right there at your side on the journey to the island. But once there...
Even without access to her magic, Bellara feels it. The heaviness in the air, the dread. She looks pale but doesn't pause or hesitate. "This feels so wrong. It's overwhelming. Can you feel it too?"
wildcard - season of light. [ Any other prompts for roaming the place and looking at decorations/lights and getting conversations can go here! Please PM me if you need me to change anything or if you want a custom starter. I'm better at those than open-ended things! ]
bellara lutare | dragon age | sylph
There are so, so many things someone should be concerned about when they first appear in a place like this: how to get home, what's happened to you, is this place a danger, things like that. Things that maybe someone shouldn't be concerned with would be...trying out every drink the bar has to see what the effects are.
And yet, that's what Bellara is doing.
Or, rather, it's what she wants to be doing, but the barkeep has decided to cut the very strange elven woman off at three drinks and, much to her disappointment, it means she can't actually ascertain anything about the other options! So if you're headed over, you valiant soul, to try something? You'll spot a woman with a notebook out (huh??) jotting things down, and she'll brighten the moment she locks eyes. "Oh! Are you here to get a drink? Would you do me a huge, huge favor? I don't think anything's harmful about these--" What a reassuring way to talk to someone! "--buuut I want to see what they do? I've tried some and they have the weirdest changes happening."
Yes, she is jingling every time she moves. No, she has nothing jingling on her person. "Please? I don't have any coin but I'll be right here with you. And I'm sure there's nothing bad. It just seems like fun!"
Bellara Lutere, coping out of her worry by focusing on something she can fuss with? On brand.
the masquerade.
She's never been to something like this but it feels like something straight out of one of those Minrathous serials. Court intrigue, daring glances...even possible romance! It's exciting! It's something so new and unique. And while she's still not sure what to make of this place, she'll still go. It's rude not to, most likely, and she'd rather cause trouble later if things here are evil rather than to upset someone who might be willing to help.
The dress she's wearing is too nice for her, she feels, and she wishes she had better sleeves on it...but the drape at the waist has allowed her to sneak in a pen and notebook (where did she get it?) so she can idly take some notes like a grand detective. But mostly? She's just marveling at people in their dresses and coats and masks, totally basking in the glow of something eye-opening and wonderful. And still taking notes. Which might be a bit of a social faux pas.
Or if you pass by, you might even hear a small gasp of wonder because you look amazing. But if you turn and look, she'll just give an awkward little smile and wave. "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt. You just...look great!"
Or if you're also being a wallflower, she might try to strike up conversation. "What do they mean by favor? Do you know what we're supposed to do?" She wants to just be prepared, honestly, because she wants to investigate.
an ancient secret.
Without her magic and without her bow, she's not going to be much help in a fight. But hearing about tablets and ancient information, old magic? That's right up her alley. So whether you've gotten roped into all of this or decided to test your luck, she's right there at your side on the journey to the island. But once there...
Even without access to her magic, Bellara feels it. The heaviness in the air, the dread. She looks pale but doesn't pause or hesitate. "This feels so wrong. It's overwhelming. Can you feel it too?"
wildcard - season of light.
[ Any other prompts for roaming the place and looking at decorations/lights and getting conversations can go here! Please PM me if you need me to change anything or if you want a custom starter. I'm better at those than open-ended things! ]