Tamsyn Amell: will not shut up. goes on and on about something she is extremely interested in but no one else has a clue.

Keira Cousland: wants. to. argue. cares so much about winning, not so much about being coherent. volume ever-increasing.

Aliss Hawke: little bit slutty. will show her boobs given the tiniest motivation.

Damon Hawke: weeps at the smallest provocation. commercials with dogs and thinking about his family get him every time.

Lanyla Lavellan: super generous. tries to throws gifts at everyone because she loves them so much.

Nymeria Trevelyan: giggly. thinks everyone around her is really nice and funny and beautiful.

Pairing: Lanyla Lavellan x Cullen, Tamsyn Amell x Zevran, Aliss Hawke x Fenris Fic Summary: Inquisitor Lanyla Lavellan is doing an admirable job leading the Inquisition, but she cannot do it alone. Fortunately, she has the help of two new advisers: Aliss Hawke and Tamsyn Amell. Chapter Summary: Parties, dresses, and secrets. What could go wrong?Rating: SFW Warnings: None Author’s Note: Thank you @conteur-reveur for helping me make this readable, and thank you for loving my characters!

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The Iron Bull hadn’t been kidding. Once they got back to Griffon Wing Keep fires were lit, drinks were poured, and the soldiers helped haul back the dragon carcass to a chorus of cheers. Hawke spent the rest of the night celebrating, first with the group—loud, lots of drinking, fun—then in private with Fenris—quiet, less drinking, even more fun—until she collapsed in a hot, exhausted heap on a bed in the guest quarters.

The next morning, she woke up sweaty, aching, and with sand in places she didn’t want to think about.

It was the same the next morning. And the next, and the next; honestly, once they’d killed the dragon, the next few weeks in the Approach sort of ran together in Hawke’s mind. It was all a blur of fights and hikes and stabbing headaches from squinting across the sand. Everything they did was very important, she was sure, but it was exhausting.

No amount of tricks with hoods or soothing balms made the sun less awful. Everyone ached and complained until the sun went down, and then the chill wind chapped the sunburn and made it worse.

Hawke was relieved when, while they were resting at one of the Inquisition’s camps in the area, a messenger finally tracked them down with a summons from Skyhold.

She was less relieved when she was reminded that returning to Skyhold involved more weeks on horseback.

The saddle callouses Hawke had been promised by a few of the more experienced riders finally seemed to show up, at least enough that she didn’t ache as much all over at the end of the day. It still wasn’t comfortable —traveling for so long meant plenty of complaints, from her breastplate chafing to nausea from the bumpy road—but she felt a little better about her horsemanship on the return trip.

Feeling better didn’t mean she enjoyed it, however, and she joined in the cheers when Skyhold’s walls became visible over the mountain ridge.

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