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City Elf Appreciation Week

~ 5th of August - 11th of August ~

Here are some optional prompts for next week! Please feel free to do whatever you like with them. Remember to tag @cityelfweek or use the tag #cityelfweek24!

Day 1 - Vhenadahl - A pillar of many alienage communities. Firewood in others.

Day 2 - Folklore - Show the folklore that city elves have created over time. Superstitions, stories, heroes, villains... anything!

Day 3 - Community - Close-knit family, or claustrophobic little box?

Day 4 - Customs and Tradition - Andrastian? Dalish? Somewhere in between, or something all new?

Day 5 - Alienage - The only home many city elves ever know.

Day 6 - OC - A day to celebrate original city elf characters!

Day 7 - Free Day - All things city elf!

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Day 2: Folklore

Written for @cityelfweek day 2!

An excerpt from a correspondence between Lady Aalis of Montford and Professor Rolant, lecturer at the University of Orlais.

Indeed, it is reductive even to refer to the elves of Thedas’s city as a collective. Would one categorise Orlais and Ferelden as one? Some, perhaps, but only if one wished to sound Tevinter. Even the Dalish, disparate as they are, will convene in what is known as an arlathvhen every ten years. The elves of the Alienages are connected by a line of merchants and travelers, and the occasional blending of families through arranged marriages, but little else.

Thus, you will not hear the same stories told in Kirkwall’s Alienage as opposed to Val Royeaux’s.

(...)

I think know just what you mean, Professor.

Do you remember my visit to Edgehall in Kingsway? Dreadful place, I would steer clear were I you, but while I lay in afternoon repose I could not help but overhear my servants whispering outside my door. The Alienage there is outside the city proper, you see (I can see the vision in the idea, though I cannot attest to its success). The elves of Edgehall are quite particular about mushrooms. When they grow in a circle, they say the gods will whisk you away.

I overheard Cateline wish the gods would intercede on her behalf, and whisk her away, but they needn’t bother. I have done it on their behalf.

And that's a wrap!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated and followed along! I've had a blast seeing all your amazing works and unearthing some oldies too. I really appreciate it!

If you create something for City Elf Appreciation Week a little late - tag this blog anyway! I'll check back every so often :)

And I'm always up for some more city elf appreciation, come chat with me at @breninarthur any time <3

See you again!

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Two orlesian elven kids having some happy time.

So I drew my ocs Almael (white haired kid) and Tamril (brown haired one) during their childhood. They were best friends and grew up together. After Almael’s magic manifested at age of 9, he was sent to the circle of Montsimmard. After long time not seeing each other’s, they meet again (mostly by chance) in adulthood. At this time, Almael became a Mage working for the Inquisition (which allied with Mages), while Tamril became a secret Agent of Fen’harel.

I COME BEARING PROMPTS: "are you falling asleep?" for Kallian x Alistair (Allian? Kalistair? I like Kalistair)

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Shale kept watch, both on their surroundings and on Zevran. Morrigan had her own little camp not too far away. Bodahn and Sandal slept in their caravan. Sten and Pether shared a tent. Leliana and Wynne shared another.

That left one.

Between Ciarth taking up far too much space than he needed, and Alistair being as big as he was, Kallian felt... squished.

Her mabari had fallen asleep as close as possible, almost cuddling with one leg thrown across her. She didn't mind, it was winter after all. Plus he was cute.

It did, however, ensure that she and Alistair were pressed up against each other, arm to arm.

Despite their flirting – Kallian refused to see it as more than that – tent sharing was always a very clinical, matter-of-fact affair with the two of them in a way it wasn't with anyone else. There were no whispered conversations, no huddling for warmth, and no stifled giggles. Just two quick goodnights and a see you in the morning.

Things felt... different after the Circle Tower.

"Are you asleep?" Alistair whispered, breaking their longstanding tradition.

"Yes," she replied automatically, staring up into nothingness. He huffed a laugh.

"Are you... are you falling asleep?" he tried again.

"'m trying to."

"Sorry. It... it's just been on my mind."

Kallian didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to pretend she had no idea what he was talking about, it was just too... complicated otherwise.

"Don't worry about it," she whispered after a while. "It was the demon, it doesn't... it doesn't mean anything."

"But what if it does?" he answered with no hesitation, like an arrow to her chest.

"What do you mean?" she asked weakly.

"Nothing," Alistair sighed, before doing the unthinkable. He turned around to face her, laying on his side. Slowly, she shifted to do the same, trying not to disturb Ciarth too much.

"You mean a lot to me, Kall," he muttered, impossibly close and a million miles away. It was too dark for her to properly see him, only a hazy outline that sent her heart hammering against her chest.

"Regardless of..." he trailed off. "You're the only other Warden in Ferelden. You're my friend. I don't want things to be weird just because–"

"They're not weird," she lied quickly. "You... you mean a lot to me too, Al."

If it was just earlier during the day. If the moon hadn't been obscured by dark clouds. If their tent had been closer to the campfire.

Kallian might have been able to make sense of the heavy tension that had softly landed over them. She might have been able to make out more than just Alistair's shallow breath, and her quaking fingertips.

"Goodnight," he whispered, his breath ghosting over her lips. Impossibly close. A million miles away.

"Goodnight," she murmured. "See you in the morning."

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