Oct 11, 2018
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@aroguingmage | plotted thread
Varric’s message had made her laugh, the man’s typical humor and some digs at how Hawke ‘still hadn’t found some cute omega to settle down with’ a welcome bit of levity in her worries, the rumors of things she had heard reminding her much of her past.
She responded positively to the message, leaving her home to go help out. Her horse settled in at Skyhold’s stable, a tankard of drink downed, an omega or two giving her eyes (being a former hero, and an alpha, she was used to it, but always flattered) and a fur wrapped around her shoulders as she waited for the Inquisitor to meet her up on the battlements (as she aged, she found it harder to stay warm, and the mountain air wasn’t kind), now she appreciated the view.
Steps on the stairs brought her attention, and she turned slightly, smiling at the man approaching. “Inquisitor, I assume?”
@aroguingmage || Discovered the Wanderer
The sun was intense that morning - it’s high stature among the blue of the sky with not a singular cloud nearby was no doubt the reasoning for the beaming rays, one could wonder. The birdsong reaching ears was marvellous, tricking of a stream nearby just as wonderful - poetry could be written about that morning. Until screams and shouts rang out and before one knew it a battle was before one’s own eyes between innocents and damned bandits. There was but only a small margin of hesitation before he drew his staff, heart racing far too quickly inside of his chest, lithe figure positioning itself atop a small hill in order to gain an advantage before aiding as best he could. None of those within the realms of the battle were familiar to him but bandits had been agitating many as of late and any of whom battled those were friend to him.