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[rosethorns]

WHO: Dorothea and you!
WHAT: General log for exploring the city/Firebrand’s Rise festivities
WHERE: Godsblood
WHEN: Anytime between newbie arrivals and the start of Rescue Mission
WARNINGS: None at the moment



i. Tourism - Open to oldbies willing to show her around/point out a safe place to stay

[It’s clear that Dorothea is most at ease when exploring the city. Having grown up amongst this sort of bustle, there is a comfort in the familiarity that allows her to relax here more than she has since first arriving in Horos.

As much of a comfort as it is, Godsblood is still wholly unfamiliar to her. Perhaps you have taken it upon yourself to help a little lost newbie familiarize herself with the city, or perhaps she’s come to you and asked you to show her around. Either way, you find yourself accompanying the diva through the city one cloudy afternoon.

Early on, their trek brings them to one of the numerous canals snaking through the city. Dorothea will pause for a moment beside it, watching as one small trading boat sails its way along. Then she’ll close her eyes with a wistful sigh.]

If I close my eyes and just listen to the sounds of the boats floating through the canal, I can almost pretend I’m back home in Enbarr.

ii. Haggling (badly) - OTA

[Once Dorothea manages to get herself a little pocket change, she finds herself browsing the markets one evening. A little confection stand set up for the festivities catches her attention, and what she hopes will be a quick exchange swiftly devolves into some heated haggling.

While she’s no stranger to the practice, she is somewhat rusty at it. The Bloodite merchant’s very forward and blunt ease at brushing off Dorothea’s attempts at negotiating throw her off, and it’s quite clear that it’s getting under her skin. It’s beginning to look like a losing battle for her to keep her cool.

Feel free to come to her rescue… or just laugh at her if it’s more your style!]

iii. Firebrand’s Rise - OTA

[In her brief time here, she’s taken note of some of the masked youths… getting into the spirit of the festival, shall we say. Usually some quick shouts amongst the crowds of the markets to make a stir before disappearing with varying levels of joviality. They are charming little disruptions for the most part.

Today Dorothea finds herself drawn to one such commotion near a small monument that is, fittingly, dedicated to the Firebrand. The festival has naturally brought forth a sizable crowd here, and a group of three particularly bold teenagers have decided to take advantage of that to cause a much bigger stir than she’s seen thus far. One of them has climbed the base of the monument to shout rebellious quips while their companions keep a lookout from below. While some in the crowd initially found the display to be an amusing exhibit of spirit, the masked youth’s shouts take a turn into outright dissent against the Regent, and the effect on the crowd is palpable.

Perhaps she recognizes your face in passing from her time at the Lodestone or perhaps she catches some concern on your features, but it’s enough to draw Dorothea to your side as this display goes on.

Just loud enough for you to hear over the growing commotion:] Do you think we should step in before this gets out of hand?

iv. Wildcard

I’ll roll with anything you might have in mind! If you have any questions, feel free to ping me on the discord or threethirteen!

Also feel free to use brackets or prose, I’ll match!

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[rosethorns]

[At this point, Dorothea is feeling just as glad for this to be done with. Well, somewhat done with, she supposes, now that she’s roped this stranger into the whole affair. She catches that glance of his and prepares to follow, hesitating for only a moment to wave to the exasperated merchant with a perfectly well-rehearsed fake smile and an all-too-cheery farewell.

She hurries down the street to catch up, falling into step with him a few paces to his side.]

I think I’ve lost my touch with that sort of thing. [A sigh.] Sorry to put you on the spot like that.

[passio]

[ dextera shakes his head. there’s something sort of… nice, he supposes, about being able to come in and help an interaction like that, when there are so many things happening above him that he can’t change. the action is so small and possibly meaningless, but the evidence of good is quite literally sitting in his hands.

he holds the confections out to her. ]

…?

[ he may have purchased them, but he wouldn’t have if not for her desire to have them, so—it makes sense to him, the exchange. ]

[rosethorns]

[She gives him a somewhat sheepish smile as she takes one of the offered bags of sweets.]

Thank you. It’s silly, but these caught my eye as I was passing by and I thought it would have been a simple exchange. So I suppose I owe you now.

[Not really how she wanted things to start off in a new home, particularly with a stranger. Which leads her to realize—]

Oh! I’m Dorothea, by the way.

[If he was going to go out of his way to do her a favor, she really should properly introduce herself at the very least.]

[passio]

[ dextera had fully expected her to take both, and he’s not sure what to do with the remaining one. there’s a moment of hesitance—written clear on his face—where he just stares at his own hands and then at her, but since it’s hard for him to push the subject, he’s forced instead to flinch in surprise when she asks his name. ]

Uh…

[ his fingers tighten around the bag, and he reaches in his coat to put it away in favor of withdrawing a notebook. it’s tattered and there are obviously pages ripped out where he’s used and discarded plenty of information, but one of the earliest pages has his name written down with a list of other common phrases. ]

Dextera.