How could Bramen deny that face that looked so eager, so willing to see and learn more. He motioned for Dorian to come along, more than willing to show him, to introduce him to more of the clan before every last one of them clamoured for his attention. With Dorian, the halla and the dog all in tow, he approached the craftmaster's aravel - an elderly elf working away at whittling a halla sculpture. Even from here, Dorian could get a good look inside the man's aravel - it was far more homely looking than the last.
Inside the aravel was what appeared to be an area designated for sleeping, a raised cot that looked big enough for at least two people. Next to that, supplies were piled - mainly bits for the craftmaster's work. Half-finished bows, blades suited for daggers, uncarved hart antlers, animal pelts and leathers. Everything that the clan might need to clothe themselves, to hunt, and laying out on the table that the elf was working at, smaller crafts and trinkets. Little halla statues, small ones of wolves, intricately carved antlers and even small accessories. Rings, bracelets, even necklaces carved from bone, each with unique designs lightly etched into the surface.
"Aneth ara, Haren," Bramen said with a polite bow of his head. The older, grey-haired elf rose up, the tattoo on his face little more than a design covering one of his eyes. He put down his work and approached, a smile upon his face in doing so. The older man bowed his head regards to Bramen before closing the distance between himself and Bramen, holding the younger man's face in his hands before leaning in to place a kiss on his brow.
"You return to us, da'len," the elf said, speaking Elvhen though it was simple enough speech for Dorian to pick up on. The man stepped back, taking a good look at Bramen with fond eyes, smiling warmly. "Mihya will be overjoyed. Say hello to her before our evening meal. You will not have time otherwise."
"I shall, Haren," Bramen nodded before he switched to common, gesturing towards Dorian. "This is one of my companions from Skyhold, a man who's done great things for the Inquisition," he explained, "He has been at my side for a long while, he means a great and many things to me. He wished to look at your crafts. The old elf looked to Dorian, almost scrutinizing him with his pale eyes, giving a soft hum before he nodded.
"You might be a shem but you've treated our Bramen well," he said, speaking common, "I consider him to be my own son. You are welcome to examine my wares and ask any questions that you will."
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Date: 2015-02-23 12:24 pm (UTC)Inside the aravel was what appeared to be an area designated for sleeping, a raised cot that looked big enough for at least two people. Next to that, supplies were piled - mainly bits for the craftmaster's work. Half-finished bows, blades suited for daggers, uncarved hart antlers, animal pelts and leathers. Everything that the clan might need to clothe themselves, to hunt, and laying out on the table that the elf was working at, smaller crafts and trinkets. Little halla statues, small ones of wolves, intricately carved antlers and even small accessories. Rings, bracelets, even necklaces carved from bone, each with unique designs lightly etched into the surface.
"Aneth ara, Haren," Bramen said with a polite bow of his head. The older, grey-haired elf rose up, the tattoo on his face little more than a design covering one of his eyes. He put down his work and approached, a smile upon his face in doing so. The older man bowed his head regards to Bramen before closing the distance between himself and Bramen, holding the younger man's face in his hands before leaning in to place a kiss on his brow.
"You return to us, da'len," the elf said, speaking Elvhen though it was simple enough speech for Dorian to pick up on. The man stepped back, taking a good look at Bramen with fond eyes, smiling warmly. "Mihya will be overjoyed. Say hello to her before our evening meal. You will not have time otherwise."
"I shall, Haren," Bramen nodded before he switched to common, gesturing towards Dorian. "This is one of my companions from Skyhold, a man who's done great things for the Inquisition," he explained, "He has been at my side for a long while, he means a great and many things to me. He wished to look at your crafts. The old elf looked to Dorian, almost scrutinizing him with his pale eyes, giving a soft hum before he nodded.
"You might be a shem but you've treated our Bramen well," he said, speaking common, "I consider him to be my own son. You are welcome to examine my wares and ask any questions that you will."