Jul 21, 2015
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She doesnât even have to look up, to know the vashoth woman is there. âShanedan, is the greeting in qunlat, I believe.â
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vashothprincessÂ
She doesnât even have to look up, to know the vashoth woman is there. âShanedan, is the greeting in qunlat, I believe.â
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Hissra smirks, crossing her arms and leaning to the side in an overly obvious manner, as if sheâs trying to be suave.
âNonsense. Your eyes are quite pretty.â
Mihtriel shakes her head.  The elf turns away, leaning to avoid Hissraâs face.
âNo they arenât. Just a normal green.â She replies, stumbling slightly.
Need a hand? {Fen maybe?}
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FenâHarel just sent Falonâdin in the trap he left in the fade.Little did he know, his brethren had his owl with him. Upon trapping the god, the owl attacked him viciously to free his owner. A loyal pet indeed⌠This ended badly for the pet as he was able to stuff him in the trap as well.Â
After math for FenâHarel was not good. He was dressing his wound the best he could. The loyal owl had stuck his talons into the elfâs back. Two very deep gashes between his shoulder blades and a few less severe beside it from the claws that got him.Â
After bathing the blood off he dressed. His pants was hard to pull up as the muscles in his back rubbed the fresh wounds together. He hissed and sat down after the pants were on.Â
He turned panting hard from the pain. He watched the other as he felt fresh blood starting to drip down his spin. He watched the woman for a moment. He was in a bit of a frenzy and in fear the other knew what he planned. He stood fast, his face scrunched in pain. âA hand in what?â He snapped trying to maintain his cool.Â
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âAh, Inquisitor, perfect timing.â
     She stands on tiptoes and points at a ledger, bound in faded leather tucked into the topmost shelf of the bookcase. âCould you...?â
You are my sunshine
donât take my sunshine away | accepting
The weight of the Inquisitor nearly knocks her flat, but somehow she manages to ease them both to the ground without dropping her. Healing magic springs to her fingers as she looks for what injury has befallen the qunari.
Instead she finds bright green cracks along her ash-colored skin, spreading outwards from the mark on her hand. âWell. Shit.â
Hissra smiles weakly, closing her eyes. âI donât think your magic can help with this.â
El lets her magic dissipate and, after a momentâs thought, pulls the Inquisitor into her lap. Hissra opens her eyes with a slight frown. âHawke?â
âI never liked the idea of people dying alone,â she says in answer.
The Inquisitor hums softly, closing her eyes again, and rests her head on Elâs shoulder. Nothing more is said then, the only sounds the crackle of the mark and soft breaths until eventually there is only Elâs breathing.
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       The many remain asleep as she remains ( way ) awake. Sleeping had never been easy for the rogue & despite rough events from the days missions, energy lingers at a HIGH. Itâs d a r k & all that is heard is the occasional brush of trees swaying from the wind, or scouts walking to and fro in protecting the camp. She ( long crawled out of the tent ) rest a few feet away from the tent with a pile of some herbs in her lap. An obvious she was up to something, though what it was did not make much sense. Herbs & things âwoodsyâ were never a favorite, but she heard a few rumors once & wanted to try something out. Sheâs cutting them up & pooling them into a pile beside her, all until a brush open of the tent catches her attention - the Inquisitor. With one sheepish grin, she quickly drops her dagger to the grass & pushes the herbs off her lap with one quick swipe.
                    'I thought you was asleep!â
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Hissra stares for a moment, then bursts into laughter.
âYou believed me!â
Mihtriel leans, punching the other in the arm.
âItâs not so much I believed you as much as I was trying to confirm what you said.â Mihtriel snorts. âPlus if you have them I might as well ask.â
Kiss + hand
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Solas was speaking of the fade when he found his hand was grabbed. He turned and watched the tall woman press her lips to his knuckles. He was confused as to why she did this. His ears started to pink as he did like the feeling. âIs this a custom of greeting for the Qunari?âÂ
