Well it's time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year
WHO: Anders, Nathaniel, and invitees!
WHAT: Fancy birthday party in Camp Shady
WHEN: Harvestmere 27, evening
WHERE: Camp Shady
NOTES: Will update.
WHAT: Fancy birthday party in Camp Shady
WHEN: Harvestmere 27, evening
WHERE: Camp Shady
NOTES: Will update.
Since many Wardens moved into the Kestrel House, there is plenty of space in the camp for a big top tent. Finding enough candlesticks, tables, and chairs required a lot of time and a number of bribes to pull off. The tables are nicely draped with fabric lent by one of Anders' patients, and each is decorated with flowers. The tent is alight and smells like good food--more donations from grateful patients.
One of the Wardens is known for her fiddling, and she plays lively dances and crooning ballads. In the center table is an ice sculpture of a cat chasing a butterfly (you guessed it--donated by a mage patient). It glitters spectacularly in the candlelight.
On the menu is a slow-roasted pig, spiced hot cider, spectacular salads, jams, cakes, delectably seasoned vegetables, a lamb-flank, and your choice of wine. There is even a hard-won bottle of Antivan brandy Nathaniel had to win several card games to achieve.
Relax, enjoy, greet the birthday boy, and mingle. The nights will be cold soon, but under this tent, life glows.
Anders, OTA, hit him up anytime
Midway through the evening is when he's found dancing to some of the fiddled tunes, partnering with whomever wants to join in. This is when the tension's truly bled away and he's relaxed, smiling fully and able to let go.
Later on he's taken a seat and is eating, chatting with people who sit down to eat with him, and feeding Purrelden what bits she wants from his plate. When he's not fast enough to give her food, she tries nosing around at other plates and gets softly admonished for it.
By the end of the night Anders is quiet, leaning against a tentpole and looking at the people here. They've come here because of him. Because they like him. It's touching and terrifying at the same time.
Midway
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"I'm glad to give it to you. And you've earned it, besides. Lead on, love." He doesn't mind taking what's usually the female part of the dance. He gets to dance with Nate. That's what matters.
The first few steps are a little slow, and then he's falling into the pattern fairly easily. "I still don't know how you managed to get the brandy."
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At the Start ... there was a Hawke
She dimpled as she moved towards Anders, holding out a finely wrapped gift, moving in to kiss his cheek so he couldn't protest the gift landing in his hands. "Many happy returns!"
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"Ah. Thank you." He means to sound more thankful, but in reality it's a little dazed. Sure, Anders hadn't doubted that she'd care and show up, but this is actually happening, and now he's holding a gift, too. Slowly he starts working at the wrapping, not wanting to tear it with the fine job she's done.
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later on
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"Do we count immortal bit that was a part of me for a time? Because then I'd put the average more at fifty hundred. But don't tell Nate, I don't want him to feel weird about the age gap."
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At the start
Wrapping the present is another matter, however, and when he turns up, the semi-formal effect is ruined a bit by the irregularly-shaped bundle that he's got in his hands. It looks more than a bit like he's taken strips of cloth and wrapped them around and around something...which is exactly what he's done. He's managed to turn part of it into a bow, though, and when it comes down to it, he doesn't seem at all bothered by the way it looks when he offers it out. It's the thought that counts, right?
"Here, I hope this is alright. Happy birthday, Anders."
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He unties the bow first, before starting to work on the strips of cloth. This is the first time anyone's celebrated his birthday since he was little, and the fact that people are joining him for this means more than any item or wrapping job could.
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Later on
"Hello, you two. I'm not sharing my cider, but you can have some of the lamb. Garahel will survive, trust me." As she offers a portion to the cat, the mabari huffs, waiting impatiently to devour the rest. "Is now a good time for presents? You were bombarded earlier, and then I didn't want to interrupt your dancing."
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"She'd say hello too if her mouth weren't occupied," Anders says with warmth before he nods. "And please. I'd enjoy it. I've never... I can't say I've not gotten gifts before, Hawke and Jonas seemed obsessed by it, but I'm certain you're familiar with how much of a surprise someone caring about your birthday is."
/steals from Skyrim images
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midway through
It also means that, when Anders whirls out of the crowd of dances with a smile, he's almost immediately pounced upon by him.
"You have excellent footwork."
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Either way works. He's feeling good today, which is a ridiculously nice change from what's gone on of late. "They've dances where you're from, I'm certain." They have to. What's a world without dancing?
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at the start
Merrill all but leaps upon Anders upon arrival, beaming at him when she pulls back from the forced hug. She's dressed up a little bit, though perhaps ruining the effect is her wolf slanket from Asher as a nod to the cold. It does, however, help her conceal Anders' present.
A parcel is tugged out from beneath the fur and offered to him, smile unwavering.
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"Ah. I... Thank you." She gets a small smile in return, one that's also in his eyes despite his nerves. She's nice. It doesn't actually hurt to be nice in return. He takes the present and starts to open it, nodding at the pelt on her shoulders. "Did you kill that yourself, or is there someone you'd recommend for getting a fur to turn into something warm?"
Winter is coming, after all.
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End of the night
"A good night, my friend. Will you allow me to share a drink with you?"
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"Thank you for showing up. I didn't know if you, I mean, if you would find this something you wanted to attend."
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towards the end of the night
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"How are you enjoying it?"
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the very end of the night
"Staved off death for another year," she wryly observes, "well done you."
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"I see your leg's not fallen off, that's well done for you too." She's not going to let him help. He knows. Next injury, though, he'll give helping her another try. "Whatever you do, if you invite Alistair to your birthday party, don't give him a chance to guess your age. He's abysmal at it."
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Later On
"Happy birthday," he declared, holding out the square item wrapped in as colorful a cloth as he could find.
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Midway
"Happy birthday," she offers before holding out the small package. "I, um... I made you something. I'm a bit out of practice with my knitting, I'm afraid, and I don't think I've ever seen anything like this in Thedas, but it seemed practical enough...."
Once he opens it, he'll see she's talking about a pair of imperfect but still functional convertible mittens, which may or may not have started out as a way to hide her shard only for her to realize she'd been making them far too large for her own hands. She's sure they likely seem like malformed gloves to him, but she's ready to jump in with an explanation the moment he looks even a little quizzical.
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Later on
"Having a good time?" he asks with a smile before making an 'ah' noise and raising his plate as Purrelden comes climbing into his lap. He has no issue with sharing, but he also doesn't want a cat on his plate either. Tearing a piece of meat he offers it to the cat to satisfy her for the moment as he glances back at Anders.
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Later On
"Pretty neat party, I gotta say. I like it. How old are you now, anyway? Just old, or old as dirt?" She gives him a wide grin at that, gently digging an elbow into his ribs.
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