II. KIRKWALL - At the site of the old Chantry, where the forest grows.
Where the Chantry once stood, a forest grew over the course of one night, and its presence has caused quite a stir throughout Kirkwall. By the time word of it reaches Romola Kader, the city has finally decided to settle down and accept the latest addition to its urban landscape. This means there are no crowds gathered around it, gawking in shock or awe or horror--no one to block her view of its heavy boughs, the plentiful fruit hanging from vines and branches.
A small dwarf woman, unremarkable in all ways save for the otherworldly green glow emanating from her right leg, has to stand on the tips of her toes to brush her fingers against a fresh green leaf, her eyes wide. "Incroyable," she says in Orlesian to no one at all, marvelling at the miracle the Maker has brought into being.
V. WILDCARD - Finding some religion.
In a small, out-of-the-way corner of the Gallows library, someone decided to organize a theology study group focused on the Chant of Light--and Romola is early, of course. With her small copy of the text and a few pages of hand written notes tucked into the front cover (and an ink-stained quill tucked behind one ear), the dwarf waits just outside the door, a bit diminutive and careful to keep herself out of the way of passers-by who seem to be in a bit of a hurry, and waits for anyone else to show up.
When at last she glimpses someone who looks as though they are headed towards her, and not to a different section of the library, she offers them a hesitant smile of greeting, drawing herself up just a bit as she does so.
Romola Kader, a surface dwarf | Dragon Age OC
Where the Chantry once stood, a forest grew over the course of one night, and its presence has caused quite a stir throughout Kirkwall. By the time word of it reaches Romola Kader, the city has finally decided to settle down and accept the latest addition to its urban landscape. This means there are no crowds gathered around it, gawking in shock or awe or horror--no one to block her view of its heavy boughs, the plentiful fruit hanging from vines and branches.
A small dwarf woman, unremarkable in all ways save for the otherworldly green glow emanating from her right leg, has to stand on the tips of her toes to brush her fingers against a fresh green leaf, her eyes wide. "Incroyable," she says in Orlesian to no one at all, marvelling at the miracle the Maker has brought into being.
V. WILDCARD - Finding some religion.
In a small, out-of-the-way corner of the Gallows library, someone decided to organize a theology study group focused on the Chant of Light--and Romola is early, of course. With her small copy of the text and a few pages of hand written notes tucked into the front cover (and an ink-stained quill tucked behind one ear), the dwarf waits just outside the door, a bit diminutive and careful to keep herself out of the way of passers-by who seem to be in a bit of a hurry, and waits for anyone else to show up.
When at last she glimpses someone who looks as though they are headed towards her, and not to a different section of the library, she offers them a hesitant smile of greeting, drawing herself up just a bit as she does so.