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Beleth Lavellan ([personal profile] arlathvhen) wrote in [community profile] calderamemes 2024-12-31 10:24 pm (UTC)

Inquisitor Beleth Lavellan | Dragon Age | Dryad

i. arrival.

Beleth sits on the tavern stool, expression guarded, but it's not hard to decipher that she is not particularly amused by her current situation. Part of this apprehension might be due to the drink in her hand, and the way that every time her head turns to look around, a jingling fills the air, like she's wearing little bells in her hair.

She isn't, for the record.

Still, she doesn't seem irritated enough to stop drinking, or stop moving, for that matter. After every few sips, she breaks her contemplative silence to gaze over the crowd at the tavern, eyes sliding over the faces. She doesn't seem to find whatever it is she's looking for, though, as she turns back away (jingling the entire time). The only other notable thing about the quiet woman is that she seems aware of every movement near her, turning her eyes away from whatever they're looking for to watch anyone near her, though her head never quite fully turns towards them, watching from the corner of her eye.

But maybe she just doesn't want to hear more jingling.

ii. the quest board

Quests are something that Beleth is quite used to, to say the least. Every other person in southern Thedas had something they wanted or needed, and who else to do it but the Inquisitor? And they're paying for it, which is nice. None of this just keeping whatever she happens to find on any dead bodies. There's a lengthy laundry list of requests she's already writing in her head (her bow, she misses her incredibly cool enchanted bow), and this is the way to acquire them.

Still, there's a frown on her face as she looks some of them over. Some of these quests are quite different than her previous experience. Where is the demonic sheep that needs herding? Playing connect the dots with astrology? Not a single druffalo to escort.

Despite the frown, she does seem calmer, more relaxed than she had at the tavern. There's a spirit in her movement, a pep in her step, so to speak. The frown smooths as she plucks a flyer about mushrooms up. Pick some mushrooms, don't eat them. Easy enough.

iii. the land's embrace

The garden is beautiful, as most are. Skyhold had its own garden, but much of the world outside of it had been stripped of its greenery. The blight stole it away, leaving only grim, brutal desolation. Even with matters settled, it would take years to regrow. To rebuild.

A pity she wouldn't see it.

But there is growth here, life and beauty. She soaks it in, walking past the flowers, occasionally stopping to closely examine them. So many kinds, some she recognizes, and some she does not. Hopefully, there will be some herbs that she can find particular use in. Elfroot or spindleweed would be a comfort--or witherstalk. That draws a smirk on her face, as she glances curiously at a particular flower...embrium, maybe?

She plucks a petal, tears it in half and takes a cautious sniff. It would probably be foolish to try eating it. Although...

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