the twins of falcon-nest hold

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“Sometimes the gods tell us things through the innards. Sometimes a spirit moves things that once had life flowing through it.” Rikvi picked up a portion of the goat’s lower intestine and squeezed it, closing her eyes as she felt several lumps inside.

Bethany didn’t quite make out the initial remark, though she could tell from tone it was far from flattering. Tensions towards mages were not unheard of - a wary eye or two often cast even her way despite wearing the garb of the Grey Wardens - though most in Skyhold thought better of being openly abusive towards the sister of Kirkwall’s infamous Champion. 

The skill with which the other mage had laid the soldier flat did not escape her notice either. Such a fluid, precise technique had made her catch her breath, there was much to admire in it and the man had been bested without so much as a drop of mana expended so he couldn’t even claim unfair advantage. 

 A look down at his face confirmed her suspicions more or less, as she recognized him as someone who had given a hard time to a mage whose only crime had been attempting to heal him. Perhaps a well deserved beating would make him more inclined towards gratitude in the future. 

     “Hopefully you knocked some sense into him,” Bethany comments with a wry smile. The most wounded thing about him appeared to be his pride but that could easily change if the Avvar’s no-nonsense stance were anything to go by. “Though I doubt any apology forthcoming would be sincere.”

The woman in question paused before coming to stand at Rikvi’s side. A cute thing--quite curvy with dark tresses that fell just around her shoulders and eyes bright and clear as the mountain skies after a storm. Very pretty. She pushed a little harder into the man’s ribs. Rikvi could feel Valor’s disapproval without even needing to look up. 

“True. But when the dog shits the bed, you still rub his face in it to prove a point, yes? He will then learn he doesn’t like shit on his nose and won’t make a mess anymore. Isn’t that right, dog?” Rikvi shifted her weight, finally using the man as a stepping stone and walking right over him to stand opposite of the Warden. The soldier scrambled to his feet, cradling his injured hand to his chest as he gulped for air, eyes flicking from Rikvi to the Warden and back.

“Sorry.” At the tightening of Rikvi’s hand on her spear, the man flinched and met the Warden’s eyes. “I’m sorry. Won’t do it again, so sorry.”