Wander into the whimsy

Cooper gave a slow nod, his weathered features softening as Maika spoke. The mention of Ari tugged at something deep in his chest, a familiar ache that came with the memory of loss, but also a quiet gratitude for the bond they all shared. He reached out, giving her hand a firm, reassuring squeeze.

Daisies, huh? he said, his voice low and steady. Then daisies it’ll be. And if you do bring that damn elf around here, make sure to warn him that if he so much as looks at my ale the wrong way, I’ll send him back to Antiva with a boot print to remember me by. The corner of his mouth twitched in the faintest hint of a smirk.

He released her hand, leaning back slightly as he regarded her with a rare mix of pride and affection. You’ve come a long way, Maika. Ari’d be proud of you, y’know. Hell, I think we all are—me, Mina, even the regulars who still ask about you like you never left. You’ve got a way of leaving a mark, whether you’re here or halfway across Thedas.

Cooper folded his arms across his chest, his voice taking on that familiar gruffness that somehow managed to feel like a hug. So, you go and do what you need to do. Bring those flowers, tell her everything you’ve been holding in. And when you’re ready, this place’ll still be here. I’ll still be here. And there’ll be a drink waiting with your name on it.

For a moment, the weight of unspoken emotion lingered between them. Then, with a small nod, Cooper turned back to the bar, grabbing a bottle and pouring two glasses of whiskey. Sliding one across to her, he raised his own.

To Ari. To finding your peace. And to good friends who never really leave.

He lifted his glass, waiting for her to join him in the quiet toast.

@Maika Arainai