Eylarra wore a child-like smile as she admired the small box of colored chalk pencils. She lightly ran a finger along the rim, as if trying to convince herself that the anonymous gift was in fact real. Biting a lip, she quickly slunk into a corner before drawing anyone's notice. She was ensconced in one of her favorite spots: the garden in Skyhold.
She sat for a few moments, people watching, before putting one of her new gift pencils to paper. She'd found her target, one of the visiting priests in carefree conversation with the elven gardener. Eyes rapidly flying from paper to her subjects, she made quick strokes, trying to catch the essence of the pair. Once satisfied with the rough outlines, she began work in earnest and filled in details with other colors.
"I told you so, Sparkler," Varric smirked.
"So it seems. But are they any good?" Dorian replied. He kept himself halfway hidden behind a pillar, lest he be discovered by their quarry.
Varric's smile became cat-like. "Oh ho ho, Sparkler. You should see the ones she's done of Curly when he was training shirtless. Quite detailed."
A playful twinkle shone in the mage's eye. "I wouldn't mind seeing them. As proof to back up your claim, that is. For all I know, they're just scribbles with blond hair."
"That might take some work. I'll have to call in an expert," the dwarf grinned.
"If you manage it, perhaps I'll buy a round at the tavern," Dorian winked.
"You're on, Sparkler," Varric chuckled.
Eylarra looked up from her nearly completed drawing with a start. She could have sworn she'd heard Varric's laughter somewhere nearby. Maker knew he'd rub it in about catching her hiding in the garden and drawing. Quickly gathering up her supplies, she scampered down a twisting a hallway that eventually lead to her private library. She'd finish it off in there, she decided.
Dorian had to stifle his laughter at the sight of his friend, the mighty noble-born warrior, scion of House Trevelyan and Herald of Andraste, skittering away like a frightened rabbit.