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Days like today involved a lot more emotional energy than Marielle generally expended. Helping a younger girl into the house, settling her either in her room, or in the living room with the others, carefully making sure she was okay- that alone was something Mari loved, but drained her.

Then, the next part- the endless phone calls in the garage with old friends and contacts who could help track and trace the girl’s life recently, and possibly bring her some justice- treading lightly around bringing up the actual subject of abuse.

Today, though, had been.. easier. The pack had been around, both in human and wolf form, so some of the calls had taken place while a very warm and cuddly wolf curled around Mari. And there was Riley.

Mari wasn’t entirely sure how the other woman had heard of the home’s purpose, or come into contact with Valkyrie, but she was glad. This girl.. Lydia, she said her name was, probably would have been stuck where she was for a while if not for Riley’s intervention.

Now, after Chinese had been ordered for the whole house (and pack, which meant at least 2 entrees per wolf) Mari had asked Riley to step outside, on the porch.

And Mari was fidgeting, not at all feeling like the badass werewolf alpha who rode with a gang of biker women. Not at all.

“Erm, hey, thanks for all your help. Lydia needed this place, and she told me earlier that she really appreciates everything you’ve done. I do too.”

She paused, swallowing and tucking some hair back behind her shoulder.

“Is there anything I can do to thank you? Coffee, or dinner, or- I’m a licensed mechanic! I can help you with any car trouble you might have?”

@brynjar

She missed Kodlak. 

Gods, how she missed the old man, who had become a bit of a father to her in her time with the Companions. Things were ticking along in Whiterun, yes, but in Jorrvaskr it still felt as if time was frozen.

She still felt a pang when she walked past the chair that had always been his- was technically just the Harbinger’s, but he had been her Harbinger.

But, Brynjar was Harbinger now, and Hawke had no complaints. He was the right person for the job. At least to her- others of their order thought differently.

Today, Hawke’s goal was to talk to Brynjar about Kodlak, share memories and maybe talk about getting revenge on the Silver Hand.

As such, she made her way to him, a bottle of wine tucked under her arm and a basket with some bread and cheese hanging off the opposite arm.

aka the inevitable inquisitor!hawke ‘verse

i haven’t nailed down any details for sure yet, but there’s basically 2 versions of this au

one where hawke was the champion of kirkwall, and one where she wasn’t.

if she was champion, she’s at the Conclave as an honored guest of the Divine, and the plot of inquisition proceeds much as with a normal quizzie, with lots of references to DA2 thrown in.

if she wasn’t champion, then she’s at the Conclave for similar reasons to a human OC inquisitor, and the champion was someone else who she looked up to.

by default, in either version, she’s a rogue archer.