After the agreement with Arlessa Lendon the previous night to investigate her missing rider, Leliana judged it prudent to source a few extra weapons to hide about her person. Within the city of Denerim, there really was no better place to discover such items than the Grey Warden compound itself, all the best weaponry finding its way into their amply stocked armoury. Of course, the generosity of Commander Howe did not necessarily extend to the use of blades which would usually be reserved for his Wardens, yet Leliana was rarely refused by those who aided her. She knew better than to make a mockery of the regard which the Wardens extended her. Should that ever change, she would be at pains to return all that she owed to them.
Still, there was always a tinge of loss whenever Leliana entered into the compound. Oh, but she had acquaintances throughout the Wardens, but few who seemed to remain in one place. It was rare now for her to see a familiar face when amongst the Order. Perhaps that would change with time, certainly Leliana was delighted to have befriended Niamh, yet for the moment there were precious few.
All of which meant that when she did catch sight of a familiar face out of the corner of her eye, Leliana was quick to doubletake. A bright smile spread across her face as her eyes shone with delight. "Oh! Is it really you?"
Post by Adara Carey on Jun 6, 2017 21:07:50 GMT -5
Liam was tolerating the trip to Denerim very well. Having Nell to take care of him when Adara and Carver was busy certainly helped, but the toddler—was he a toddler? Or still an infant? Adara didn’t know—was happy enough to explore the Warden compound. Carefully, with one hand in his mouth, and the other clinging to a guardian.
Even Liam couldn’t make Anders’s loss hurt less. Adara tried her damndest not to think about it, but she couldn’t help it. Memories kept popping into her head, of the day she had tracked down Anders in the Amaranthine market to beg for help, of the day she had been Joined, and of so many other days they had spent together.
The baby was happy to play in the yard at the Warden compound, ignorant of the sorrows or serious business that happened around him. He had the little toy sword that Carver had given him, and there were plenty of training dummies. Adara leaned against Carver while she watched Liam bop at a training dummy. It would only be a few moments before Carver decided to go and help the baby with his form.
“Oh! Is it really you?” a lilting voice said
Adara turned her head and saw Leliana. There was certainly no mistaking her, with her bright hair and brilliant blue eyes. She thought of the green satin ribbon carefully tucked away in her little box of special things, a gift Leliana had likely given without a second thought in Amaranthine. Adara wasn’t sure why she treasured it so.
“Leliana?” she asked. She couldn’t help but smile. Adara had only met Leliana on two precious occasions, but the bard had cheered her up considerably both times. “It’s been so long; it's good to see you.”
Post by Carver Hawke on Jun 8, 2017 20:28:17 GMT -5
A few years ago Carver stewed, stuck in the thought that he’d never go anywhere in his life. Never amount to anything. He’d always be Bethany’s non-mage twin, and “Hawke’s” younger brother. Up until then the most impressive thing he’d done was help birth a calf and carry it to a barn over his shoulders, and not die at Ostagar. There was even a time he thought he’d be stuck in Gamlen’s hovel forever.
Getting tainted was the worst and best thing that ever happened to him. Here he was, a Grey Warden. Someone important. He was good at it! He had everything he could want in a partner with Adara (and would Marian shit herself to see someone who was with him on purpose?) and together they had Liam. These were other things he was good at: taking care of a family. That surprised no one more than him.
Watching Liam wander through the Compound gave him a sort of surreal feeling. No matter how much he wanted this life, this family, it still never really felt real. Still, it was a happy sort of unrealness, as he watched Liam swinging the sword at the dummies in the yard. A crooked smile tugged at his lips. His swings were still a little jerky, his coordination still not fully developed. It would come with time. That didn’t mean it wasn’t important to show him the right way to do it from the start.
With a quick kiss on Adara’s cheek, he hopped up and crossed the yard to where Liam was, thumb of one hand in his mouth and the sword lazily in the other. He showed him how best to correct his hold, which was mostly lost on him, being as young as he was. Also Carver suspected Liam was sucking at his dominant hand. Guiding him gently with encouraging words and showing him the motions, he kept trying, even as Liam flopped his head onto Carver’s massive arm and started giggling.
“Stinker,” he said, growling into the boy’s neck, making him squeal with laughter around his thumb.
“Oh! Is it really you?”
That voice… Carver knew it. Well, sort of. In that way you knew you remembered something but it was just out of reach of the memory. A little musical, Orlesian accent. Letting Liam return to his toddler form, Carver stood and brushed himself off.
But Adara knew who she was. “Leliana?” She smiled at the woman, and Carver followed her eyes to see. “It’s been so long; it's good to see you.”
Oh. Now he knew where he remembered her from: the cute little redheaded sister from the chantry in Lothering. Somehow he’d never put her together with the name, which he’d been too shy and awkward to ask her for back then. Though, he did spend an awful lot of time hauling wood and pulling weeds for the sisters in hopes that she’d notice him.
There was no way she’d remember that, right? He rubbed a hand over his hair to the back of his neck, feeling a little like an awkward teenager again. “Uh. Hey,” he said as he stepped and draped an arm over Adara’s shoulders.
Upon hearing her voice, the slender elvhen woman turned towards Leliana and she knew at once that it was Adara. "Leliana?" The other woman smiled in response which prompted a burble of laughter to emanate from Leliana, pleased to be remembered with obvious fondness. "It's been so long; it's good to see you."
"And you," she replied at once, darting forward to embrace the woman, grazing a kiss against each cheek before stepping back. Her gaze turned to that of her companion, one whom also bore a familiarity though she could not quite remember why, and she offered him a smile as she bowed her head in acknowledgement.
"Uh. Hey," he greeted, and the timbre of his voice coupled with the burr of the Lothering accent recalled to her just who this man might be. He slung his arm around the shoulders of Adara as their little boy returned to his play, swishing the sword through the air with glee.
"Carver Hawke," she beamed, a little mischief at using his name. Too shy to approach her, Leliana nevertheless had learned the name of the eager teenager who fetched and carried for the Chantry Sisters. She had been lost in her own grief at that point, as well as obsessed with her intent to honour the task entrusted to her by the Maker, but such things had not passed her by.
Clapping her hands together, Leliana looked to the little one who was clearly theirs, even if not necessarily by blood. Such things were not uncommon even if two Grey Wardens with a child certainly were. What tales told of such things? None that Leliana knew. "Who is this? Oh, he is darling! But he has the wrong weapon, no?" She glanced back at the pair and winked. "A bow would be far more suitable."
Post by Adara Carey on Jun 20, 2017 22:20:25 GMT -5
Sure enough, Carver kissed Adara on the cheek before going to adjust the baby’s grip on his toy sword. Liam’s free hand immediately went into his mouth, watching and listening to Carver’s instructions raptly but probably understanding very little of it. “Da,” he said.
Carver kept trying to show him the right way to do it, which Liam saw as more of an opportunity to snuggle, giggling against Carver’s arm. How did Adara fall into something as wonderful as this? She had spent her life being told that she never deserved this and that she had no hopes of ever obtaining it. Yet here she was, watching the man she loved play with the boy they had taken in as their own. Adara’s nephew by blood, even if she could no longer bear a child of her own. She did not touch the place where she knew fractal scarring lay beneath her clothing, as she knew it by heart.
Seeing Leliana was a good distraction from the wistfulness that threatened to become something more sad. “And you,” Leliana said, giving Adara a greeting kiss on each cheek. Carver stopped trying to get Liam to hold the sword properly and came over, rubbing a hand over his hair in a way that Adara knew meant he felt awkward. He draped his arm over Adara’s shoulder: “Uh. Hey.” That wasn’t an unusual response for Carver at all, but there was a slightly odd note to his voice.
"Carver Hawke," Leliana said, which surprised Adara greatly.
Adara looked between the two curiously. “You’ve met before?” she asked. “I didn’t know that.” Well, obviously.
Leliana looked past them to Liam, who had stopped bopping the dummy with his toy sword and come to see what was clearly more interesting than that.
"Who is this? Oh, he is darling!” Liam hid behind Adara shyly. “But he has the wrong weapon, no?" Leliana teased. "A bow would be far more suitable."
Adara laughed lightly. “Talk to his…” She hesitated. Adara and Carver had stepped in as Liam’s guardians; there was no doubting that. They had talked about taking in Liam as their own, yet they had never specifically talked about calling themselves his mother and father. Adara knew that she didn’t feel worthy of the title. “His da,” she said. Liam deserved a father like Carver, and Carver deserved as many children as he wanted.
She smiled lightly at Leliana, trying to keep her various worries out of her eyes. It was easy to forget her worries when Leliana was around: Leliana had played a part in soothing her wounds after Fiagai had left her, even if she hadn’t wanted to share a bed. That memory was embarrassing, and Adara tried not to blush. She moved on to answer Leliana's question: "This is Liam. We wanted to give him a family." Such as it was. Adara reached behind her to touch Liam's shoulder gently, but he continued clinging to her. "It's a complicated story. Most Warden stories are," she said a bit wryly. Surely Leliana could understand that, even if she was not a Grey Warden herself.
Post by Carver Hawke on Jun 23, 2017 4:11:39 GMT -5
"Carver Hawke," Leliana greeted him. Both her use of his name and her teasing tone surprised him, and his brows lifted as he willing his cheeks not to redden. Dammit. He wasn’t a boy anymore. That shouldn’t have affected him at all.
Unsurprisingly, Adara was, well, surprised. “You’ve met before? I didn’t know that.”
Carver’s lips pulled into a line, his brow creasing. Not an unusual expression for him, not to Adara anyway. Who knew if Leliana had ever noticed. Though, she knew his name. Huh. Weird. Seemed she’d use the space in her brain for something more useful. “Uh. I guess?” He lifted and dropped his shoulders, feeling shy and doing his damnedest to hide it. Why was he shy? He wasn't an awkward boy anymore. He was a man now, a Grey Warden, a partner to Adara, and a da. “In Lothering.”
He didn’t get a chance to say more, not that there was more to say. Leliana caught sight of Liam, who seemed to find the new person more interesting than bastardizing sword forms. There’d be time to teach him right.
"Who is this? Oh, he is darling!” she asked excitedly. Less excited, Liam hid behind Adara’s skirt, peeking around with his huge brown eyes. Were they big because they were big? Or because his mother was an elf? Did it work like that? “But he has the wrong weapon, no? A bow would be far more suitable."
Obviously she meant to tease, but Carver scowled anyhow. Even if annoyance wasn’t at the root of it, he grunted.
Adara laughed. Of course she did. “Talk to his…” But then she paused. Why did she pause? “His da,” she finally finished. Huh.
"This is Liam,” Adara continued. “We wanted to give him a family." Adara reached to touch him, but Liam only tightened his grip on her skirts. "It's a complicated story. Most Warden stories are."
Carver’s face eased into a crooked grin as he looked down to Liam. “Not so complicated.” He tousled the boy’s fair hair. “Needed someone. We’re someone.” Seemed pretty simple to him. Granted, it was complicated, he supposed. Only if you thought about Miri’s part in it. Which he did, a lot. Carver nudged a little closer, cupping the back of Liam’s head in his massive hand.
Leliana's gentle teasing over weapons elicited a light laugh from Adara which was a pleasure to hear. "Talk to his..." She hesitated for a moment, long enough for Carver to pass a glance towards her, before finishing with, "his da."
"Oh, but I do not think his da appreciates such frivolous weapons, no?" Leliana giggled, the little grunt which had sounded from Carver at her mention of a bow having not gone unnoticed. She held no grudge; what did it matter what others thought of her weapon of choice? No one could question her skill with a bow and arrow.
First smiling at Leliana, Adara then glanced down to place her hand upon the little boy's shoulder. "This is Liam. We wanted to give him a family." Liam continued to grip tightly onto Adara, his initial curiosity having retreated into mild guardedness. A clever little boy, Leliana thought approvingly. "It's a complicated story. Most Warden stories are."
Before Leliana could respond, Carver was quick to speak up. "Not so complicated,” he countered, a crinkled grin upon his face as he ruffled the beautiful blonde hair of the little boy. "Needed someone. We’re someone.”
Neither her skills as a minstrel or a Bard were required for Leliana to deduce that there was more to be told. But did it need to be told? No. It was as plain as day that no matter how the Maker had guided them to one another, these three were a family.
"I am glad to meet you, Liam," Leliana addressed the little boy, holding his large brown-eyed gaze. "My name is Leliana." She raised her gaze to the adults, glancing between them. "Have you relocated from Amaranthine? If I had known you were in Denerim, Adara, I would have sought you out before now." Even a talented Bard could be caught unawares every so often. But since Leliana was always cautious around what she did and did not learn about Grey Wardens, perhaps it was not so surprising. She would not readily give Commander Howe reason to Conscript her.
Post by Adara Carey on Jul 22, 2017 15:26:06 GMT -5
Adara had not expected Carver to elaborate on how he knew the legendary Leliana. He shrugged: “Uh. I guess?” There was a set to his shoulders that was different from his usual laconic grumpiness, but Adara couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “In Lothering,” he added.
Maybe that was why he seemed to feel so strange about it. Lothering had not ended well for his family. Adara was still instantly curious to know that Carver had crossed paths with one of the companions of the Hero of Ferelden—no, just Aedan now, a man as flawed as any other and more so than many.
She certainly wasn’t going to press the point any further. If Carver wanted to tell her about his time in Lothering, he would. Maybe sometime she would ask, when he was relaxed and happy and more likely to speak, perhaps lounging in bed together.
Carver grinned when he looked down at Liam, which would never fail to warm her heart. “Not so complicated,” he said, ruffling Liam’s hair. Liam squealed. “Needed someone. We’re someone.” Well, when he put it that way, it didn’t sound so complicated at all. Of course, that left out the tangle of their blood relation to Liam, the story behind how he came to be a sort-of orphan, how he had attached himself to them, and how ultimately they would only hurt him when they died their early deaths.
"I am glad to meet you, Liam," Leliana said to Liam. "My name is Leliana."
“’Yanna,” Liam murmured, unable to make anything more of a name that was so complicated to his very loose grasp of speaking.
Leliana looked back to Adara and Carver. "Have you relocated from Amaranthine? If I had known you were in Denerim, Adara, I would have sought you out before now."
“We’ve left Amaranthine,” Adara confirmed. “But we’re only in Denerim for a little while.” They were only here to learn of Anders’s death, and now to wait until they traveled to Gwaren for Kahrin’s wedding. Adara wasn’t sure what would become of them after that. She supposed they would return to their mountain home and continue what was becoming routine for them. “Warden business. You know how that goes,” she said with a wry smile. “And going to the Teyrn's wedding, of course,” she said. Adara paused thoughtfully. “I wish I had time to have a gown made.” She hardly needed one: besides her own dresses, she had the small collection that Nathaniel had given her after the other Warden women had forgone them at the Redcliffe ball. “Well, I have time to make alterations, anyway,” she said. There was a green one in there that was far too large for her, but it could surely be taken in. Green wasn’t usually her color, but she didn’t mind branching out.
"I'm surprised to see you," Adara said, warm and pleased. "Though I guess I shouldn't be. I never know where you are." They had a warm relationship, but Adara was certainly not privy to Leliana's comings and goings.
Post by Carver Hawke on Jul 23, 2017 20:39:44 GMT -5
Perhaps it was the rosy vision of hindsight, but despite the years that passed, Leliana did not look any different than she had when he was a moody teenager full of feelings he didn’t quite understand. He was sure she hadn’t gone through everything she did unchanged. She was no laysister any longer, that was for sure.
Carver had changed. He’d never been a scrawny little boy, but the evidence of training and steady meals had been good to him. But that was not the only way. As slightly embarrassed as he felt right now to have that crush show back up in his face, the pinings of that same awkward teenage boy were no longer there. Perhaps some of that crush would always linger, he thought, but Carver had no regrets over how his life turned out, given what he’d lived through to have it. In the most literal way of things, even. He squeezed Adara around the shoulders, somehow even more happy to have her at his side.
"I am glad to meet you, Liam," she said while meeting the boy’s eyes. "My name is Leliana."
Emboldened by Carver’s head on the back of his head and his mother’s skirts, Liam actually answered, popping his thumb out of his mouth to do so. “’Yanna.”
Carver grunted a chuckle, proud of him. Liam didn’t speak much, and sometimes Carver worried over it, though not much. He didn’t speak a lot either, sometimes.
"Have you relocated from Amaranthine?” Leliana asked. “If I had known you were in Denerim, Adara, I would have sought you out before now."
“We’ve left Amaranthine,” Adara said and Carver saw no need to do much but nod to confirm what she’d said. “But we’re only in Denerim for a little while. And going to the Teyrn's wedding, of course,” she added. “I wish I had time to have a gown made.”
Well, if they tried they could, but Adara would probably birth kittens before letting him spend that sort of coin on that sort of luxury right now. Unfortunately this was one of those things he couldn’t wait and do when she wasn’t looking. She sorta needed to be there to do it. Which kinda stepped on the whole when she wasn’t looking part of that plan.
“Well, I have time to make alterations, anyway.” Hey! Yeah! She did! Okay. That satisfied him a little, anyway.
“I got new trousers,” he said perhaps a little too proudly. He suspected the ones from Redcliffe were hiding in their luggage somewhere. If he found them, they wouldn’t be going anywhere near Gwaren unless they floated atop the sea to get there. Knowing those damned trousers though…
"I'm surprised to see you," Adara said. He couldn’t help his curiosity. How well did they know one another? Obviously as a Warden she’d have opportunity to meet her. That was not a question for now. Maybe not one for later, either. He didn’t know how these things went. "Though I guess I shouldn't be. I never know where you are."
“Uh… not that we’re, you know, trying to keep track,” Carver assured her. Stupidly. He could have kicked his own ass. Maybe he didn’t have puppy eyes for the pretty woman anymore, but he still liked to seem respectable to other people.
Liam wrapped both arms around one of Carver’s thighs. “Da!” He reached up one hand, pointing as if he’d been asked to clarify who among the three of them was ‘Da’.
“Do you travel through here a lot?” he asked. More casually, or so he thought, he added, “or you know, Soldier’s Peak?”
To Leliana's queries over the location of the little family, for that was what they surely were, Adara was quick to offer answers. "We’ve left Amaranthine,” she explained. "But we’re only in Denerim for a little while. Warden business. You know how that goes." A little smile hooked the corners of her mouth. "And going to the Teyrn's wedding, of course." She paused as she lost herself in her thoughts. "I wish I had time to have a gown made." Before Leliana could seize upon the opportunity for shopping, Adara settled for the more practical option: "Well, I have time to make alterations, anyway."
“I got new trousers,” Carver declared, and Leliana made the appropriate cooing noise of approval in the back of her throat. She glanced towards Adara with shining eyes, her good-natured mirth evident in her expression.
For her part, the other woman paid little heed. "I'm surprised to see you," she admitted. "Though I guess I shouldn't be. I never know where you are."
“Uh… not that we’re, you know, trying to keep track,” Carver hastily spoke up.
"I did not think either of you were, dear ones," Leliana giggled, utterly charmed by the pair of them. How delightful a couple! And their little one was just darling, too.
Speaking of whom... "Da!" Little Liam pointed up to his father, staking his claim upon the man. Such declarations deserved a fitting acknowledgement.
"Yes," Leliana nodded, her expression solemn as she regarded the young boy with her clear blue eyes. "I will not forget that this is your da, Liam. Nor that this," she inclined her head towards Adara, "is your mama. You have my word."
Carver took control of the conversation. "Do you travel through here a lot?" He enquired before adding, "or you know, Soldier’s Peak?"
With an elegant roll of her shoulders, Leliana smiled sweetly between the pair of them. "I have had no reason to visit there in recent weeks. Though it would seem I cannot claim to have no reason from now on." She glanced over her shoulder towards the armoury, judging that her requests for weaponry were likely being addressed even as they spoke. She would need to excuse herself from their company shortly. "Perhaps once you have returned from Gwaren, you may leave word for me here? I will do my best to make way towards the Peak if you would welcome my company."
Post by Adara Carey on Sept 9, 2017 9:20:08 GMT -5
“I got new trousers,” Carver declared proudly. Adara gave him a quick bemused glance as Leliana made a polite sound of interest before meeting Adara’s gaze with amusement dancing in her eyes. Carver was still behaving a bit strangely.
Adara was pleased to see Leliana again. At their previous meetings, the woman had always had a way of making Adara feel at peace, despite whatever pain she was going through.
“Uh… not that we’re, you know, trying to keep track,” Carver added quickly when Adara lightly commented that she never knew what Leliana was up to. Adara gave him another bemused look.
"I did not think either of you were, dear ones," Leliana giggled. Adara flushed a bit and looked down at Liam.
The little boy wrapped his arms around Carver’s leg and pointed up. “Da!”
"Yes," Leliana nodded. "I will not forget that this is your da, Liam. Nor that this is your mama. You have my word."
Liam stared at Leliana for a moment and then nodded, as if satisfied some question had been answered. Adara looked down abashedly.
“Do you travel through here a lot?” Carver asked. “Or you know, Soldier’s Peak?”
Leliana smiled. "I have had no reason to visit there in recent weeks. Though it would seem I cannot claim to have no reason from now on. Perhaps once you have returned from Gwaren, you may leave word for me here? I will do my best to make way towards the Peak if you would welcome my company."
“I’m not certain exactly when we’ll be returning,” Adara said, remembering Nathaniel’s intentions to travel to Kinloch Hold. “But we’ll leave word for you. It would be nice to get more visitors.” Not too many, of course: there was still a dangerous former—or so he claimed—blood mage living in one of the towers of Soldier’s Peak that the Grey Wardens would prefer few people knew about. Then again, Leliana traveled with the Hero of Ferelden. She likely knew about Avernus already.
“Where have you been since leaving Amaranthine?” Adara asked.
Post by Carver Hawke on Sept 14, 2017 15:53:48 GMT -5
Well, good job, Carver! Nothing like your uncanny ability to make a situation awkward! If he was good at anything at all, that was it. If anyone needed to be the bloody arse saying the wrong thing, he seemed happy to step in. Carver scowled, not an unusual expression for his face, but this wasn’t his usual resting face.
Liam, however, did not express his usual discomfort. Despite alternating between hiding his face behind Carver’s leg and Adara’s skirt, he seemed perfectly content to to gleefully explain their situation to Leliana.
"Yes," Leliana said with nod, that Orlesian lilt seeming to puzzle Liam. Or Carver was imagining things. "I will not forget that this is your da, Liam. Nor that this is your mama. You have my word."
This seemed to satisfy Liam, who smiled around his thumb before toddling off to the practice dummies again, babbling incomprehensibly as he picked up his little sword again and started waving it around. Without really meaning to, he landed a couple of hits around where the dummy would have knees. Neat.
"I have had no reason to visit there in recent weeks,” Leliana answered him. “Though it would seem I cannot claim to have no reason from now on. Perhaps once you have returned from Gwaren, you may leave word for me here? I will do my best to make way towards the Peak if you would welcome my company."
Carver didn’t want to speak for both of them, but he also did not know if the Commander or Constable would have some sort of assignment for one or both of them after returning from Gwaren.
Which Adara was more of an authority on, which he supposed she was supposed to be anyhow, being the Warden in charge of them up on their mountaintop. “I’m not certain exactly when we’ll be returning,” she said. “But we’ll leave word for you. It would be nice to get more visitors.”
That would be a nice distraction from dealing with that weird old coot up there. “Probably a little nicer since you’ve been there, last. They swept the floors,” he quipped. They also helped Carver swap out curtains that Adara liked better in some of the rooms, and turned a room into a nursery for Liam, but Leliana likely did not care about their adventures in home decorating.
“Where have you been since leaving Amaranthine?” Adara asked.
“I’m gonna guess not back to bloody Lothering,” he said, a casual frown pulling his lips as he banged the heel of his boot against the packed dirt. “Though, I guess it’s doing okay now.” He had no desire to go back; too many ghosts there.
"I’m not certain exactly when we’ll be returning," Adara mused, considering the practicalities of the request to visit which Leliana had extended to the little family. Yet the Bard was pleased to note that her friend was not dismissing the idea entirely out of hand. "But we’ll leave word for you. It would be nice to get more visitors."
"Probably a little nicer since you’ve been there, last. They swept the floors," Carver added in a joke.
A breathy laugh escaped from Leliana. "For that is the only concern in Soldier's Peak, no?" A knowing glint in her eye communicated that she knew precisely what - indeed, who - was the true concern within the mountain stronghold. It troubled her greatly but, alas, Avernus was shielded from the Templars by virtue of his, suspiciously long, service to the Order. It was for that reason that Leliana did not often visit the Peak.
With an astuteness which Leliana could only admire, Avernus was not a topic upon which Adara wished to dwell. "Where have you been since leaving Amaranthine?"
"I’m gonna guess not back to bloody Lothering," Carver added, his mouth pulling down as he frowned. His agitation bled through into the stamp of his boot against the ground. "Though, I guess it’s doing okay now."
"It is recovering," Leliana nodded without pressing further. There was no reason to revisit old memories without a purpose beyond reminiscing. "I have passed through on occasion." She was certain of a warm welcome in almost anywhere in Ferelden but Lothering was especially accommodating whenever she passed through, no matter the difficulties the inhabitants faced.
"But I have been all over in recent times," she addressed Adara's question without really providing an answer. Such was the way of any minstrel. "I intend to travel to Kirkwall shortly. And then perhaps I will return to Orlais for some time." She laughed again, mischief uppermost in her thoughts. "There is not so much demand for a minstrel in peaceful times, no? All the stories are of old and have been heard before."
Cyn: No posts this weekend, sorry! It's D&D crunch time and I've gotta write half a campaign by noon tomorrow or I'm so very screwed
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JWhitey: Is anyone around?
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JWhiteyGames: Hello! And thanks! I did. I was just looking to see if anyone was on in general. After reading the guidelines and peeking a bit more though, I realized the box isn't used the same as before.
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ann: *peeks head in* So, returning rp'er to the dragon age universe. I was wondering who of the staff one should poke about character concept? Just to run it by and get and oki.
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ann: I was originally but given the current state of timeline I went with a slightly different route^^ will keep it in mind, Marius!
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