Meallan was quick to rise to the unintentional challenge, going off about Dalish traditions - things that Dorian already knew from what Bramen had told him. Though of course, a Keeper's first had a bit more information than anything Bramen could ever offer up, the freckled elf quite content to gloat about his people, their gods and the significance of carving a halla's horns. Bramen just continued to work, smiling a bit to himself as his brother spoke, knowing Dorian already new just about everything his twin was spouting off.
Bramen was content to keep working, even as two other elves came around to offer the Keeper - and her guests, which included Dorian - earthenware cups full of that liquid that smelled like apples and spindleweed. A tea of sorts that smelled a bit odd but tasted surprisingly inoffensive. Next up came little bowls of toasted nuts and dried berries, a little something to tide everyone over as they waited for the meat.
A few others in the clan rose up, taking turns speaking - all in Elvhen, though Dorian was able to recognise bits and pieces of what they had to say. Something about giving thanks for the clan being together, about how nice it was to have Bramen back - even if it was only temporary. Bramen smiled and thanked them in Elvhen, moving a bit closer to Dorian and easing back, sanding at the halla's antlers with the ironbark to smooth them out. There hadn't been a lot he'd needed to carve but it was still an art that required a great deal of talent as Dorian could tell.
"How's your tea?" he asked, patting the man's knee for a moment with a free hand before he returned to tending to the doe. "I know it might be a bit odd for your tastes but it's said to be good for the heart."
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Date: 2015-02-27 02:00 am (UTC)Bramen was content to keep working, even as two other elves came around to offer the Keeper - and her guests, which included Dorian - earthenware cups full of that liquid that smelled like apples and spindleweed. A tea of sorts that smelled a bit odd but tasted surprisingly inoffensive. Next up came little bowls of toasted nuts and dried berries, a little something to tide everyone over as they waited for the meat.
A few others in the clan rose up, taking turns speaking - all in Elvhen, though Dorian was able to recognise bits and pieces of what they had to say. Something about giving thanks for the clan being together, about how nice it was to have Bramen back - even if it was only temporary. Bramen smiled and thanked them in Elvhen, moving a bit closer to Dorian and easing back, sanding at the halla's antlers with the ironbark to smooth them out. There hadn't been a lot he'd needed to carve but it was still an art that required a great deal of talent as Dorian could tell.
"How's your tea?" he asked, patting the man's knee for a moment with a free hand before he returned to tending to the doe. "I know it might be a bit odd for your tastes but it's said to be good for the heart."