#obeahpythoness

Tavi: So.  Uh.  This might show that I listen to gossip way more than I should, but I heard you got an advance copy of some.  Literature is what I think they called it?

Cassandra: What?  Who told you - I mean no, there’s nothing of the sort.

T: C’monnnnnn, I’m not judging you!  I promise!  I just wanna y’know.  Borrow it.

C: Borrow it?

T: Yeah!  For reading practice!  Everything’s better than boring stuff to make you wanna learn, right?

C: I suppose but it doesn’t matter, I don’t have the advance-

Tell me a fact about your OC and I will respond with a semi-related fact about mine

       Despite being on his travels on and off again, the Warden still        received regular reports from his scouts from Vigil’s Keep. They        kept a constant watch on his home for him when he could not        keep his gaze upon it as the rest of Thedas called to him. The        man received word at Skyhold that his scouts were reporting        unknown activity in the Fallow Mire.

       Gold armor was covered in deep brown and green as he trudged        through the swamps of the area on his own. The Mire was already        known for it’s overwhelming amount of undead, so when someone        reported something interesting there it was hard to not go looking.        Armor colored his surrondings slightly golden as he held a torch        high in his search around the area.

Compassion actually took the boy-Cole’s body when he died of starvation