I. OPEN.

[liberalum]

FORM: Sending crystal.
SENDER: Dorian Pavus and some fans.
RECIPIENT: Everyone.
WHAT: Karma.
WHEN: Guardian 18.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: I won't actually action this one out, but we can work out by arrangement if your character would in fact like a chicken, but most will go to the barn despite this offer. Dorian just wants people to remove them. ;-;

[ Clearly, this message is being sent on slight impulse, a certain degree of stress and despair in his tone despite being delivered, initially, with somewhat sarcastic cheer. ]

It appears I have come into a sudden wealth of--

[ A brief pause, a struggle, not really wanting to say it. ]

--poultry. Livestock.

[ In the background, the gentle clucking of perfectly content chickens makes for a background to Dorian's clipped syllables, clenched teeth, the slight implication in his tone that he might laugh or cry or both, left unchecked. ]

Do come by if you would like one of these. Take as many as you can carry, you're welcome to them. They're not leaving, they just keep running back in, I swear they're following me around-- oh, look at this, just--! It laid an egg! In Nevarran satin! And feathers, everywhere, this coat was spotless, and now it looks like I've rolled around in a chicken--

[ This is the moment he realises why this is happening to him. ]

--coop. Well, I hope you're happy. [ Whether he's addressing a broody hen or Leliana is left to interpretation. ] But no, really, someone take them from-- no no no, get away from that--

[ Message ends. ]

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[liberalum]

Please. [ Real relief. ] Contrary to popular assumption, I haven't that many clothing items to my name.

[ His standard of not many, anyway. ]

I'll be finding feathers in unexpected places for weeks to come.

[ombranera]

It is not as though many would mind you wandering about in only your skin. I know I would not.

[ Having more of him to admire? How terrible. ]

[liberalum]

[ Zevran is treated to the same sort of nearly-laugh Bull gets when he Says Things. ]

Trust you to find ways to flatter me while I'm knee deep in chicken nonsense.

[ombranera]

What can I say? I have a talent for such things.

[ And a great many others- some of which his appetite for is actually returning. Huzzah. ]

When you have squirreled away your chicken nonsense, bring that which you need saved and your terribly fine self down to the hotsprings. You might lounge about in your skin and I will tend to the washing, yes?

[liberalum]

I might, yes.

[ Evasion and coyness are fine bedfellows. ]

I suppose I could use the relaxation. This entire ordeal has been exceptionally stressful.

[ That is the sound of someone laying it on thick. By now, at least several people in Skyhold are able to tell. ]

[ombranera]

Now that will never do.

[ Such a thing simply cannot stand. Even as shy as he has been since his safe return- this is worth leaving the sanctuary of his rooms. ]

I've some Antivan wine if you need further incentive other than the pleasure of my company.