Hmmm.
[ That's enough detail to place her. Down in the valley, Alistair puts aside whatever he's working on and starts walking toward the mountainside path to the fortress. It's a long walk, but if she's at risk of ending up on the tavern floor, he may at least arrive in time to keep anyone from decorating her face. ]
Have you tried puns? You like puns.
[ That's enough detail to place her. Down in the valley, Alistair puts aside whatever he's working on and starts walking toward the mountainside path to the fortress. It's a long walk, but if she's at risk of ending up on the tavern floor, he may at least arrive in time to keep anyone from decorating her face. ]
Have you tried puns? You like puns.
You know, Jonas— [ a wavering pause, because he doesn't like to talk about him often, but this is important, so he continues with renewed certainty ] —Cousland let me name his dog Barkspawn.
[ But all right. No puns. ]
What's wrong? Specifically.
[ But all right. No puns. ]
What's wrong? Specifically.
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On the blight side that isn't half bad. A bit too good for him though.
[ She couldn't let that one go. ]
If I say everything do I sound too much like a moody teen? [ A beat and one thoughtful hum later. ] Going back to the Anderfels was rough, huh?
[ She couldn't let that one go. ]
If I say everything do I sound too much like a moody teen? [ A beat and one thoughtful hum later. ] Going back to the Anderfels was rough, huh?
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I... [ He pauses. Are they friends? Is she ever going to really talk to him again? Mysteries. ] ... think so, yes. We used to share a tent.
[ And he elbowed Cade in the feelings all those times on her behalf. Sort of on her behalf. Also on his own behalf. ]
[ And he elbowed Cade in the feelings all those times on her behalf. Sort of on her behalf. Also on his own behalf. ]
No, I just... [Why is he being so weird? Or maybe he's just being Alistair.]
She was... pretty drunk, and I just. [Explaining this is suddenly difficult.] ...I want to make sure she got home.
[An awkward pause, and then he speaks hurriedly:]
But if you're not there anyway, it's pointless asking, I'll stop wasting your time.
She was... pretty drunk, and I just. [Explaining this is suddenly difficult.] ...I want to make sure she got home.
[An awkward pause, and then he speaks hurriedly:]
But if you're not there anyway, it's pointless asking, I'll stop wasting your time.
Oh. What? What-- No. No, I was just in the tavern and she was. ...she was having trouble with the door, so I opened it for her, and um.
[She bullied him into walking her home? That's not the most chivalrous way to put it.]
Uh, I helped her down to the camp.
[She bullied him into walking her home? That's not the most chivalrous way to put it.]
Uh, I helped her down to the camp.
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sometime not too long ago, but still at least a week before the ball
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2016-11-16 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Teren seeks out Alistair while he's eating, because she can at least be relatively sure he'll be sitting still. She limps over to him with a bundle of blue and silver fabric, which she proceeds to toss down at him whether he's ready or not.]
Try this on. Let me know how it fits.
Try this on. Let me know how it fits.
[ He is, as said, eating. He doesn't quite stop. He catches the fabric with one hand and allows his spoon to complete its journey in the other, so he has time to unbundle the fabric and squint at it while he chews on a chunk of meaty stew and swallows. ]
It doesn't fit, [ he decides, because fit has a metaphorical meaning as well as a literal one. ]
It doesn't fit, [ he decides, because fit has a metaphorical meaning as well as a literal one. ]
Don't be a baby. [Teren sneers in her impatient way and turns to go.] It's for the Winter Palace.
Andraste's flaming sword, [ Alistair mutters after her turned back. Going to the palace is one thing, fine, whatever, but he isn't going to look like an Orlesian in the process.
But
he does try it on. As ordered. Eventually. And then yells, ] Teren, [ from whatever empty tent or room he's borrowed. ]
But
he does try it on. As ordered. Eventually. And then yells, ] Teren, [ from whatever empty tent or room he's borrowed. ]
[No self respecting so-- friend of Teren's is ever going to walk into a public space looking Orlesian, Alistair can at least be sure of that.
She obviously wasn't too far away, since she walks in looking expectant mere moments after he calls for her.]
Well?
She obviously wasn't too far away, since she walks in looking expectant mere moments after he calls for her.]
Well?
[ She, too, is close to laughing, in that she mostly is if not for the last lingering attempts to restrain herself from completely dissolving. ]
Am I?
[ But he is nearing, and she barks a harsh, quick laugh, at first making to huddle up against the edge of the barrel as if that would do anything to hide her lack of apparel, and as if she had any true intention of doing so in the first place. Her own pantomime doesn't last long as she twists enough to hook an elbow over the rim -- unconcerned about the beer that laps over the edge along with the motion -- so that she might best fold in and then straighten out one long leg up above her head.
Toe pointed gracefully. Still grinning, and as if in answer of his half-delivered question; ] I am a beer fairy.
[ A sexy one, says the tip of her head. ]
Am I?
[ But he is nearing, and she barks a harsh, quick laugh, at first making to huddle up against the edge of the barrel as if that would do anything to hide her lack of apparel, and as if she had any true intention of doing so in the first place. Her own pantomime doesn't last long as she twists enough to hook an elbow over the rim -- unconcerned about the beer that laps over the edge along with the motion -- so that she might best fold in and then straighten out one long leg up above her head.
Toe pointed gracefully. Still grinning, and as if in answer of his half-delivered question; ] I am a beer fairy.
[ A sexy one, says the tip of her head. ]
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I'm not wearing this.
[ He spreads his arms for display of the thing he is not wearing. It's the fanciest thing he's ever put on—though he does have some very Fereldan, very leather dress clothes. Nothing with shiny patterns though. Maker. ]
I'm wearing my armor. I'll shine it.
[ He spreads his arms for display of the thing he is not wearing. It's the fanciest thing he's ever put on—though he does have some very Fereldan, very leather dress clothes. Nothing with shiny patterns though. Maker. ]
I'm wearing my armor. I'll shine it.
[She lowers her head, and the look she gives him is likely quite familiar to Alistair, of all people. It's the look that says, 'is this the hill you've chosen to die on? because I can make that happen for you'.]
Is that so.
[Since he's still wearing it, she steps forward to start putting in pins anyway, mentally and emotionally prepared to stick him with one if he should start whining. The rest are clasped between her lips on the side of her mouth.]
Is that so.
[Since he's still wearing it, she steps forward to start putting in pins anyway, mentally and emotionally prepared to stick him with one if he should start whining. The rest are clasped between her lips on the side of her mouth.]
Mm. [She ignores him.] Turn around.
[If he doesn't comply, she propels him around by the arms and begins to take in the jacket's somewhat generous sides.]
Look at you, [she intones, pleasantly surprised.] I'll have to take your measurements again.
[If he doesn't comply, she propels him around by the arms and begins to take in the jacket's somewhat generous sides.]
Look at you, [she intones, pleasantly surprised.] I'll have to take your measurements again.
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