Despite her delicate, bird-like appearance, Ariadne was a tough individual. She was a survivor, after all. She'd gotten through hunts and fires and scrapes and falling through the Rift. And she would get through staying in Thedas too. Somehow. But as it turned out, surviving wasn't her most immediate problem. No, her problem was sheer boredom.
She wasn't the type to sit still. She liked to make herself useful, but the suspicious looks that she get getting from the natives made it very clear that she wasn't about to be invited to join in any kind of crusade.
As best she could, she made herself useful, fetching firewood and helping the healers when they'd let her. But so far, the only real contribution she felt she'd made was in dealing with the children.
Like animals, they were drawn to her. And Ariadne quickly learned that they liked her best when she played her flute for them. Song and dance transcended worlds. So when she couldn't find any other task, she often sat in a low tree branch and started to play, watching as the children slowly crept out and started giggling and twirling.
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She wasn't the type to sit still. She liked to make herself useful, but the suspicious looks that she get getting from the natives made it very clear that she wasn't about to be invited to join in any kind of crusade.
As best she could, she made herself useful, fetching firewood and helping the healers when they'd let her. But so far, the only real contribution she felt she'd made was in dealing with the children.
Like animals, they were drawn to her. And Ariadne quickly learned that they liked her best when she played her flute for them. Song and dance transcended worlds. So when she couldn't find any other task, she often sat in a low tree branch and started to play, watching as the children slowly crept out and started giggling and twirling.