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FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Adalia (and dragon son Charis)
RECIPIENT: Errybody
WHAT: Don't kill the dragon! Adalia can make you stuff! She has welcome packets for new rifters! HUZZAH!!!!
WHEN: Day after the Rifters show up
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: I don't have actual ooc writeups for the welcome packets. Yet.

( the voice that comes over the sending crystal has quite a bit of pep, though it may be manufactured pep. either way, the girl sounds energetic. )

Hello Inquisition, and hello especially to all the new Rifters who showed up yesterday! My name is Adalia, and I have a few points of order I wanted to let everyone know about.

First off, you will periodically see a baby dragon out and about in the Gallows! That would be my charge, Charis. Say hello, dear.

( there's a trilling call from the crystal this time, the sound going up and down in pitch — like an imitation of the word "hello" from a creature who can't actually say it. )

Please don't try to kill or otherwise harass him. He isn't a native dragon, I brought him through the rift with me as an egg, and the dragons where I'm from are both intelligent and rather friendly! He'd love to meet you, if you come say hello in good faith, and I promise you will not leave the meeting worse for wear.

Secondly! I have welcome packets for new Rifters I've been working on. They aren't particularly fancy yet, but included is a glossary of terms you need to be familiar with in order to carry on conversation here in Thedas, a map of the world as it is currently understood, and a short introduction to the various factions and politics at play at present. In the future I'll try to do more, but it's only been two months since I got here so this was as much as I could get done when I'm making the things myself. If you would like one, please stop by the Gallows library, look for the lady with curly blonde hair accompanied by a dragon, and simply ask! I will provide.

( a clapping noise, and she sounds even more excited now. )

Lastly, and most excitingly personally, I've figured out how to make a couple of the things I could make in my home here in Thedas! If you have need of a sleep aid, perimeter alerts, or a hangover remedy, I'd be happy to provide, either for money or trade. Feel free to find me in the library or get in touch with me over crystal if you're interested!

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( Now, this is handled—

and Gwenaëlle is acutely aware that the topic is one that a petty individual might take for an opening to subjects they have done very well in simply pretending never to have spoken of

—but you never know, really, and as much as she appreciates the discretion involved it might be useful to have something and someone that can be dealt with more directly. It's worth asking. She can always regret doing so later. )

What do you know about contraceptive use?

( UH. )

Not too terribly much, to be honest, I've never had occasion to look into it. If you'd like to commission some, I could probably provide, but it'd take a bit of time. I'd have to research pre-written recipes, compounds already in use — I'd need information on what you're allergic to, if anything.

( a pause. )

Or whoever it's for, I guess, I'm not judging, I don't care who needs it, I just don't want to hurt anybody.

Never?

( The skepticism is deeply Orlesian, but Gwenaëlle lets it pass, doesn't hold and wait for Adalia to answer her before moving on: ) I can get you all of that. It isn't urgent; I have something that presently suits my needs. But in the event that I don't have that...

( It's a verbal shrug. )

I don't want to be limited. And for reasons I would prefer not to discuss, and prefer you not to discuss, I can't deal directly with the alchemist who supplies it to me. So if I have a problem, that presents a problem.

( Some manner of alternative, therefore, is a precaution. )

Right, that would be... problematic.

( if adalia knew all that much about orlais, this where the smalltext would say orlesians in an exasperated manner. )

I can do some research. I'll need a list of all your allergies, whether you think they're relevant or not. And... maybe a sample of whatever it is you're taking now, so I can prevent any unfortunate interactions.

( adalia is literally pulling all of this out of her ass, oh gods, hopefully she isn't forgetting or overlooking something important. at least she sounds confident. )

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That can be arranged. I have a bit of the compound I didn't use for health reasons set aside—it was said to be unhealthy for someone whose months aren't regular—and the tea that I am using. I can write you detailed notes on that and what I've used in the past.

( She's Orlesian. And a courtier. This isn't her first rodeo. )

That would be perfect, thank you.

( a pause, and then, rushed and a little awkward — )

If someone notices what I'm looking into I'll say it's for my own purposes.

( she won't rat you out, gwen. this little truce has been nice. )

( Gwenaëlle is quiet for a while. She tries to put a word to what she feels, can't quite, gives up. )

Thank you. I,

( mmm. Adalia will get to know the sound of Orlesians, exasperatedly sighed; the common practises of courtiers. The expectations. How little anyone would be particularly surprised about a noblewoman wanting contraceptives. So— )

I just prefer to conduct my affairs with a bit of privacy.

( are these literal affairs to which gwen refers? the curiosity burns, but adalia isn't about to upset the peace of this truce for curiosity over so trivial a thing. her affairs are, well, her affairs. adalia knows how to stay out of them.

even if it kills her to do so. )

Understandable. Shall I expect the notes and the samples tomorrow?

( agreeably: ) Tomorrow.

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