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“Here’s a finished example of another sort of art you can make with yarn. She’s a dolly.” A beat. “I want you to keep her.”

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“When I’m done, it’ll be a griffon.” But, holding it up, it looked nothing like to a griffon. An idea, and he set his work down. Reaching into his pack, Asa pulled out a crochet dolly. Fixing her hair, he smiled to himself before holding her up to show Curiosity. +

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“Oh, this is my yarn.” Chuckling to himself, he picked his crochet needle back up. “Don’t worry, it’s not a weapon.” He spoke, ensuring that Curisity wasn’t spooked. “Here, watch.” Careful not to rush, he continued on his latest project, a griffon-shaped potholder. +

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Dragon Age Codex @dragonagecodex.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Surprised by Curiosity’s ability to speak, never mind to form sentences, Asa gasped in disbelief and wonder. He supposed that made two of them, though, as the wisp started to wonder about his yarn. +

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No, I do not wish to speak of darkspawn blood.

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Asaaranda @asaaranda.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

Frowning to himself, at Eirwyn’s discomfort, he thought to himself. Remembering, he reached back into a pack. Pulling out a beanbag, warm to the touch and crocheted to resemble a wolf’s head, he offered it to Eirwyn. “I’ve, um, placed a charm on it. The heat doesn’t ever run out.”

Asaaranda @asaaranda.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

There was that smile again, like the morning sun coming through the clouds of night. He busied himself with clearing off the table. It was only his book of poems, but hopefully enough to hide his blush. +

Asaaranda @asaaranda.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

An amused shrug, at Eirwyn’s question, as they made their way to the table. True, it wasn’t something patrons usually did for the inn, even in cold Ferelden, but it gave him something to do. A way to help others. “I like to be useful.” *if I’m not needed, what good am I?* +

💀🗡️Skeleton Knight🛡️🍂 @greenknight86.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

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I’m looking forward to @firstgreywarden.bsky.social’s new panel on how to blame others in order to ignore real threats, and maintain your own power!

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Asaaranda @asaaranda.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

It wasn’t often he found wisps at the Warden outpost, but who was he if not an expert at ending up where he was least expected? Turning his head from his knitting, he warmly greets the spirit. “Hello, Curiosity. What brings you here today?”

Oh, it’s nothing special *[shakes his head dismissively]* Just some mushrooms, some herbs, some cheese - of course - and a lot of potatoes. Honestly, it’s a more a stew, but soup rolls off the tongue better.

*[picks the mushrooms and puts them into a foraging pouch]* Fair enough . Though, if you’re ever in a mood to try your hand at hunting them, I have a few spots I could suggest. And a guide or two I could lend you. *[chuckles]* That is true, but all too often, the poisonous ones taste it. +

“It’s nice to meet you, Eirwyn.” He nods, quietly repeating it to himself to meditate on how it felt in his mouth. “I’m Asaaranda, but you can call me Asa.“ The name felt Dalish, but he knew better than a lot of people not to ask about pasts.

Eyeing the fireplace, he assesses their supply of firewood. Frowning to himself, he turns back to his companion. “Might busy myself by chopping some firewood later.” They reach his table, bare except for a book of poems. Placing it into his pack, to create more space, he sits down. +

“Don’t mention it.” Asaaranda could tell by his expression that home wasn’t an easy topic. The least he could do was help him feel welcome. “Aye, me too.” A chuckle, oddly bashful, as he leads to his table. “Though, I feel oddly restless not doing anything.” +

You know, I have a soup or two i could use those in. Let me know your spot, and I’ll whip something up for the whole base. Though, I will admit, it’s… a bit of an acquired taste. *[laughs sheepishly]* I made the recipe up years ago, but it’s served me well.

*[he blinks, in surprise, before a gentle smile forms and he nods]* Yeah, they’re back home. We missed them.

I do, yes. In a Warden outpost, with a couple dozen others.

So it is. I need to start chopping firewood before too much longer.

Wait, are those… Chicken fat mushrooms! Where did you find some?

Ignoring a quickening of his heart, he stood up and walked over to them, grinning gently upon recognition. “Hello, little wisps. It’s been a while.”

A deep breath, as he closed his eyes. He was safe, he was free. Nothing could or would undo his escape. Not after everything he’d done. He- Furrowing his brows, Asaaranda spotted a group of something hovering around a sport on the ground. +

Warden or no, such proximity to the Ferelden Circle left him uneasy. He towered over every templar in the building, even without his full horns, but he didn’t truly believe it. +

Asaaranda made his way to the outskirts of camp, stretching as he shook off the sleep. Truth be told, the distraction was dearly welcome, for Lake Calenhad was just over the horizon. +

Asaaranda @asaaranda.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

The drinks were announced, and Asaaranda paid the barkeep, thanking them. Picking up the two drinks, and taking a sip of his cider, he handed the ale to Eirwyn. “But, enough about me.” He handwaved, motioning with his head his spot in the tavern. “How’s it treating you?”

Asaaranda @asaaranda.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

“It’s good to be back home.” He replied, adjusting a ring on his horn - he’d heard it clink a bit when he’d leaned down. “We only just arrived last night.” *Clearing leftover blight, but the less said about that that, the better* he thought to himself. +

Asaaranda @asaaranda.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

The elven man’s smile, genuine and easy, tugged at him. A desire to protect. He looked capable enough, but he knew how it felt to be different. +

Asaaranda @asaaranda.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

“We’d like a mug of spiced apple cider and a mug of ale, please.” As he begins to lean back up, an idea strikes, and he returns to his previous position. “Are there any slices of pie left, by chance?” Dinner was one thing, but there was always room for dessert.

Asaaranda @asaaranda.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Asaaranda had originally intended to return to his rented room, but something about this new man charmed him. Full up from his meal, he leaned down enough to allow the barkeeps sn easier view. ordered a mug of spiced apple cider, looking to the other man to inquire as to what his poison was. +

Asaaranda @asaaranda.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

That the elven man didn’t see him as a threat left Assaranda with a glowing relief. Tipping his head down enough to meet the other man’s, he nods in approval of his choice. “Good choice. If I’m not mistaken, both of those should be in season.” +

Taking a breath, Asaaranda made his way to the man, stopping just close enough to talk. But what about? Food! Of course… “If you’re looking for hot meal, you can’t go wrong with the soups here.”

Either way, he could tell the man would’ve rather been anywhere else. Hesitating a moment, unsure if it was a good idea to bring attention to someone feeling so out of place, he considered that he may have simply needed another who stood out. +

Finishing it, he rose to his feet, bringing the bowl and spoon back to the collection stand. The moment he’d done so, he heard the door open. Curious, he looked towards it, spotting an elf. Dalish, if the tattoos were any indication. +

Asaaranda had been enjoying some downtime in between missions. Cleaning up the blight, fighting nightmarish monsters… it took a toll on you. So, right now, he was finishing up his turnip and radish stew. The second helping, anyway, but who was counting? +

Asaaranda @asaaranda.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Reaching into his pack, he pulls out a tunic, a sewing kit, and resumes his work of fixing a tear in the hem. *[open #darp thread]*

Asaaranda @asaaranda.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Asaaranda takes a deep breath, leaning into the back of the tavern chair. It wasn’t often that he was allowed a corner seat, able to observe everyone who might come up to him. The mug of spiced apple cider, sat on his table, left him with a warm glow, enough to let himself relax. +