CLOSED: a prayer that will be answered

[byblow]

WHO: Adelaide, Alistair, Anders, Hercules, Kaisa, Lena, Sabine, Teren, Velanna
WHAT: Some safety precautions
WHEN: Solace 1-7
WHERE: The Deep Roads beneath the Western Approach
NOTES: OOC post.

Comments

[fleurdesel]

"One that has high standards for pastry." Higher than Herc's- that much goes unsaid, though her faint sniff of disdain might say it for her. "The muddy Avaar?"

With his dog and his...beard. She does not know much of him, to be honest.

"Why she keeps your company. I assume it is out of some manner of affection." Or lust, but she would have thought Benevenuta to think with more care of such things.

[twelvelabours]

"Pastries," he starts, with Some Authority, "are an under-appreciated art. But nothing's better than the blueberry ones from this little place in Val Royeaux. I had to travel through there one time for an assignment. Volunteered for every damn trip to Val Royeaux after that that I could," he admits, finished with a rough laugh.

"And yeah. He thinks pastries are 'adequate,' too. I think his vocabulary's a shade more colourful than yours."

A shake of his head, and excuse him, he's just going to take a moment to get over a particularly steep stretch of path before he continues, breezily casual, "You might be right. Never figured it was much of anyone else's business, truth be told. Benuta's choices are her own."

[fleurdesel]

"I do not know if I should feel better or worse for agreeing with him." Agree with the Fereldan, or agree with the Avaar. Damned either way, honestly. "I suppose he says something along the lines of them being a piss poor substitute for real pastry?"

He seemed the sort. There may or may not be a 'fuck' thrown in there as well. Possibly.

He continues their trip with care, does Herc, and Adelaide does find her estimation of him...shifting, a touch. Not much. But a little. "Considering the reputation and rumored end of most Wardens I am allowed my concerns on her behalf."

[twelvelabours]

"More along the lines of whining about them giving him heartburn," Herc replies. "Don't tell him I told you that. Pretend I said it's because you can't use pastries to kill a man."

A quiet laugh and a significant look.

"Considering the reputation and rumoured ends of most Orlesians," he replies, "I might be allowed concerns about your relationship with her."

[fleurdesel]

"I am not 'most Orlesians'." For one. "I suppose this is where you say 'I am not most Wardens' and we continue along with some sort of vague, begrudging mutual resentment or respect?"

Perhaps they could skip that.

"I suppose any warning about causing her pain is also moot as she is more than capable of handling such things on her own." Without Adelaide needing to lift a finger.