character&universe. Zarya Mahariel&Keeper Marathari, No Warden Commander Here.
"Da'len, what have you done with yourself?"
"Eh?" Mahariel looked at herself, searching for whatever her Keeper meant. "What's wrong with me?"
"You're dressed in a burlap sack!"
"Mhm. Had an accident with darkspawn, large swords and their attempts to rip me to shreds."
"Your hair! It looks like someone chewed on it!"
The younger elf ruffled the peach-colored fuzz on her head and grinned. "Bad accident with fleas, mud and a stray fire spell."
"And your skin! Why is it light purple? By the Ancestors, don't you dare say accident!"
Mahariel hesitated.
"Well?"
"Mishap with laundry and dyes."