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Thank you for you patience.

– Edrin 986

writingfromdaughterofathena  asked:

Hadiden hesitantly asks Maxwell one day for a favor. He says he doesn't like asking for things, but just wants some information; whether a tranquil Elven mage from Kirkwall is alive or not. He says he doesn't have to be brought to the Inquisition, just wants to know if he's alive and safe. When asked for the man's name, he says "Edrin." Hadiden tells him that it's his uncle and tells Maxwell if he can't be found, then it's all right. He doesn't want to trouble Maxwell at all.

The fact that Hadiden had come to him for a favor showed Maxwell just how important this favor truly was to him. When Hadiden tells him about his tranquil uncle, Maxwell’s heart breaks a little. He’s afraid for the man’s fate since Kirkwall was one of the worst places his uncle could have been. There was no way he was telling Hadiden that, though. He is determined, though, to bring Edrin to the Inquisition if he is still alive because Tranquils are incredibly vulnerable at the best of times, and after what he discovered in Redcliffe there is no way he is abandoning any Tranquil to suffer like that again. Maxwell gives Hadiden a gentle look (and hug if they are together) and tells him that he will do whatever he can to find something out for him.

Maxwell calls together his Advisors and Varric (because of his Spy Network) to tell them about the situation and how he wants a Tranquil named Edrin located and if he still lives to be brought safely to the Inquisition. Maxwell prays that he finds the man alive…but if not he will make sure Hadiden can give the man the final respects he deserves.

(I can’t say if he finds him yet because I didn’t know if you think the man is alive or not. But if he is, Maxwell will definitely locate the man and bring him safely to the Inquisition and Hadiden.)

updated about !!

all my abouts are under the #about tag on my tumblr since im running solely off mobile for the time being, but my about hasnt been updated since the night i made this blog and i feel that ive learned a lot about myself and my regression since!!

im mikey!!! im ftm and queer, he/him/his pronouns. im 2-5 when im regressing. i am a minor, please ask to follow if youre over 25. i have a platonic caringheart who helps me to take care of myself when im regressing ! i am also kin with dr benz/////edrine (the fall out b//oy album ((im just trying to stay out of their tags)))

im anti dd//lg, cg///l(re), littlesp/////ace, nsf////w, and crosstagging. i also do not allow teen////ietot interaction after recent drama between our communities. do not interact if you fit any of the criteria above, you are NOT welcome. all sfw nonkink age regressors or those who just enjoy the kidcore aesthetic are otherwise welcome !!!

i like dinos and robots and stuffed animals and blues clues and winnie the pooh!!! please tag me in those things if you’d like. i spend a lot of time either subconsciously or consciously regressing and i always love making new regression friends.

thats all for now!! i hope everyone is having a good day :-) !!!!

anonymous asked:

Why would a predator/parasite care about its prey?

I’m neither predator nor parasite and can’t answer that. My host cares quite a lot about cute lambs and pigs and soforth, for a predator, but I can only give you the perspective of a symbiont.

– Edrin 986

29th Sept. Cycle from Turkish border

I’m still not confident that I will get to sleep in the spot I’ve found. It’s the first place with some potential in miles. I’ve been cycling through very exposed, bleak, ploughed earth landscape mixed with various industries, for hours. Nowhere has been ok for camping and there haven’t been any motels. There is a town 20km away but that’s too far to cycle along a motorway in the gathering dark. So, I feel lucky to have found an area of landscaping around a factory where I don’t think I’ll be seen. It’s actually the closest thing to natural landscape that I’ve seen all day, probably. It’s a very ugly, human-ravaged part of the world.

Besides the ugly landscape, the people have been the friendliest so far. I’ve had more encouraging horn toots and waves today than in the last two months combined. I spoke to two Turkish cyclists who invited me for ice cream and some men at a roadside garage gave me a coffee in their staff room. If people haven’t waved they’ve at least stared.

I passed through one interesting town, Edrine, which had a centre made up mostly of beautiful old mosques and an old Market in a similar style. There I bought a box of baclava and a bag of perfect figs, after calling Lloyds to have them grant me additional funds. Mostly though, today, I’ve been fuelled by concentrated sugar either soaked into pastry, or in sweets and ‘Pit Bull’.

The Istanbul road, that in parts of Bulgaria was barely surfaced, is now a four lane dual carriageway of fresh Tarmac. Maybe thanks to that, or maybe because the curse stopped at the Bulgarian border, I haven’t had a puncture. It is however, quite a boring route that’s been rolling over hill after hill, and the wind has been blowing directly at me.

The signs say that it’s only 120km to Istanbul which is almost walking distance. I think I could possibly get there tomorrow night but will probably split it over two days. It looks like much of tomorrow will be coastal cycling.

Still not been found but if I don’t, I’ll probably spend all night listening. There’ll probably be dogs too. Last night they licked my cooking equipment and scattered my food litter around the field, and barked a lot.