This is my first time really writing my Adaar. She's so childish sometimes, I just love it.
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Characters: The Iron Bull and F!Adaar
Word Count: 535
The first thing he noticed about her was how she seemed to be in multiple places at once. You could barely walk the room without hearing someone whisper to another about how she introduced herself right away, chittering for only seconds with a person before moving onto the next. If there was one thing the Iron Bull could count on, it was that their newly appointed Inquisitor would have no trouble making herself known around the keep. She was speaking with the scribe girl, Josephine, waving her hands excitedly and coming very close to hitting the poor woman more than once. When the girl stepped back, excusing herself, he could hear her apologies over the crowd before she turned away. Her eyes locked onto him immediately. It was almost a chore to not notice his hulking figure as he towered over the other men in the room, and if his height wasn't enough his horns certainly were. The Inquisitor made a beeline toward him, easily weaving through the crowd with long legs and swaying hips.
She had light grey skin, almost silver, with shining white hair that fell to her shoulders and curled around her face. Her horns had been shorn off, as the Qun were known to do to saarebas, but they had been capped with gold bands encrusted with emeralds. She had puckered scars around her lips from where the thread had long ago been pulled from her mouth, which was now turned up in a friendly smile. Mostly he noticed her height, how she towered over the others in the same way he did. In fact, standing in front of him, she was nearly as tall as him, barely having to tilt her head back to look at him. The only way he could describe the look on her face was excitement, and maybe a bit of relief. Her eyes, a bright yellow surrounded by black, skimmed over his face, his horns, the rest of him, back to his horns. Realizing she was blatantly staring, she laughed and took a step backwards.
"I apologize," Her hands once again began working, waving in short, quick circles. "It's just been so long since I've seen another Tal-Vashoth. I was beginning to think I was alone here." she added, looking around at the faces that surrounded them. Some stared almost unabashedly, while others turned away and hid their whispers behind their hands. The realization hit him almost immediately. In a sea of shorter people with exponentially more political power than her, she found in him a friend, a somewhat familiar face at the very least. He couldn't have stopped the smile that spread on his face even if he tried.
"The Iron Bull, at your command, Inquisitor." he introduced himself, finishing with a dramatic bow. His horns came dangerously close to clubbing an elf in the face, and the man hurried himself and his partner out of harm's way. But the Inquisitor laughed, replying with a curtsy of her own. She had no skirt to grasp, and settled for the tails of her leather duster, fanning them out and waving them like wings.
"Basa," she giggled. "Basa Adaar. I do hope I don't disappoint you."