solstice

[evil_isevil]

WHO: Geralt, Ubbe and Arya; OTA
WHEN: December 21st - January 10th
WHAT: Winter Festival stuff
WHERE: Gazin and surrounding areas
WARNINGS: Nudity to start, but will update
Note: Starters for each character in the comment section

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[fangoffenharel]

Aella is feeling... some kind of way, out by the bonfire with some of the locals. It reminds her a lot of being in camp at night, after a long’s day travelling, of dealing with politics, or bandits, or everything ELSE they’d had to deal with since Ostagar. It makes her think about Zevran, and Sten... And Alistair. Which someone she’d MUCH rather not think about.

There are humans who aren’t such... shitweasels, though. (Much to her surprise.) There had been before, but they’d been few and far between. Morrigan. Even Leliana, although the fact that the elves’ suffering had reminded her of a song had... shocked her into silence. But here... they don’t seem to have the same issues with elves here that they do in Thedas. DEFINITELY not to the same fucking degree.

It’s nice.

She ends up meeting the eye of a tall man off to her right, and lifts her mug in a toast. “To a warm fire. Good drink.” She grins. “And a moment’s fucking peace.”

[valdyr]

Ubbe notices the woman and lifts his cup of ale when he sees her do it first. She barely finishes speaking when he is huffing out a note of amusement at the truth of that, though since he's spent more of his time down on the shore, he hasn't really noticed much happening. In fact, the son of Ragnar has enjoyed the peace and quiet down there far more than he'll admit.

"Skål," he replies before taking a long drink. Ubbe glances over and shifts slightly, facing her more. "You have not had peace?"

To him, peace is rare, though perhaps it simply wasn't for him back in his world.

[fangoffenharel]

Aella huffs a wry laugh and takes a large swallow of her drink as she answers his shift with a little of her own. Easier to talk this way. “Not in a long fucking time,” she replies. “Not that there was much before... everything went to shit, but there was a little. Enough.” Elves didn’t have much peace in the alienage. But there had been some in her life, before her almost-wedding.

“I take it you haven’t either, then?”

[valdyr]

He thinks about the question that is returned to him, realizing peace could be defined differently for everyone. Ubbe realizes his life has been as any other Viking man. There were times of great victory that brought great happiness and battle and war when peace happened after. If one lived.

Ubbe shrugs. "Nothing to dwell on. It is in the past now. I drink for today and tomorrow and then tomorrow I will drink to the next day."