TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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SCREAMS why did you tell me this thing

[arla]

[ It is only when she announces herself that Nasrin has cause enough to turn her staff and press it into the soil, just enough to show that she means no ill will. Straight-backed and as apologetic as one can seem after flinging fireballs, she tilts her head down, as if in a simple bow. ]

I apologize. I was...being overly cautious.

[ And foolish. She takes her staff from the ground and brings it back to the sling on her back, fastening it tightly. ]

I am. My name is Nasrin Lavellan. I am new to these parts and to the Seelie Court. I'm afraid I did not recognize your face...though I should have assumed, as we are in Seelie lands.

because solas pain is constant and must be shared!!

[brainiest]

[ Hermione hesitates for a moment before she breathes out, a smile crossing her lips. Really, after the months she has spent here dancing around people and being in the middle of action a fireball sent her way should be the least of her concerns - she's made friends in stranger situations. Hefting her back over her shoulder she moves closer; she would offer a handshake but... She doesn't think it'd be appropriate here. ]

It's nice to meet you, Nasrin. Even with the - um, magic.

[ She holds up her wand and makes a show of shoving it up her sleeve, relaxing. ]

Welcome to the Drabworld, at least. Did you need help with anything? I was just here gathering potion supplies, so I'm not too busy.

sad whale noises into the abyss

[arla]

Likewise, Hermione. I'm sorry if I acted rashly.

[ It is so strange to be alone. Once, she'd had her clan; then, she'd had her companions, the soldiers and the scouts. They say a lone elf is a dead elf, constantly in danger from Templars, from Chantry fanatics, and from the test of the wilds themselves. She is not afraid for her safety against the latter, but this world is unknown to her, and she does not know friend from foe. Not yet.

But Hermione seems kind enough not to hold a grudge, which she is thankful for. Her gaze brightens up at the mention of potions. ]

I, too, am looking for supplies. [ And artifacts, anything to help her, but that she will keep to herself. ] I was hoping to find whatever is necessary here to help make potions, poultices...anything that I can use outside of the castle or for those who may need it. Have you been successful in gathering?

cool fade dad laughing

[brainiest]

Oh, no, it's alright! I'm sorry too - I think we're all allowed a little leeway when it comes to unexpected company and their fireballs.

[ Which is an odd conversation to start a friendship with, but Hermione's had stranger (trolls and the like). She walks forward without much more hesitation, her smile brightening as the conversation turns to something a little more familiar - it seems like half of her life here in the Drabworld is spent making potions and salves for her friends, so having someone she can actually talk to about it is something incredible. ]

I have! There has to be a little substitution, of course, and I've spend a bit of time in the library at Caer Glaem to try and make sure I find the right herbs and plants from this world to make potions from my own, but generally a lot of things are the same. I'm lucky that a lot of the ingredients I need are usually just flowers that other people would overlook.

[ She grins. ]

I spend a lot of time potion making.

creators, solas, you're embarrassing

[arla]

[ She laughs softly, clearly almost embarrassed, but she earned that little jab and takes it kindly, smiling. ]

I should have realized-- Yes, I had a small list, myself, but I should have brought drawings of the herbs or better descriptors. I wasn't able to pull enough information from the library before I set off.

[ Being caught in the court, in such a foreign place, has left her ill at ease. She has her freedom now, longed for it in Thedas, and she will take every advantage of it she can. ]

I do as well. Can you show me where some of the plants are? I think I've been wandering in the wrong circles for what I want.

well that's just rude now isn't it

[brainiest]

[ Hermione just smiles, taken by the idea that she might be able to find someone with the same interest in potioneering that she has. ]

Oh, I never remember to bring any drawings. I'm just lucky I can bring all my books with me.

[ She touches the small bag on her shoulder which, really, doesn't look big enough to hold a single book, let alone multiples. ]

Of course, the ones I was gathering are just over here. Did you want any help carrying anything?

at least your girlfriend and not!son like you

[arla]

You...bring your books with you.

[ Excuse her if she doesn't give the bag a very skeptical once-over. Even Dorian sometimes carries a book at his belt; before she favored the protective armor of a Keeper, even she had one beside her often enough. ]

No, that's all right. I brought a friend with me.

[ She gestures to the colt nearby, white with brown spots. He has her things strapped to his back, all save for a small side bag she keeps with her. ]

Perhaps I can help you with carrying anything you may need. It's the least I can do after tossing a spell at you.