(closedish openish) keep you like an oath

[byblow]

WHO: Alistair & Others
WHAT: Some sulking, some snark.
WHEN: Third week of Haring + bonus first week of Wintermarch.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: No open starters, but if you want something PM me or hit me up on Plurk! Or drop a starter of your own on me and I'll roll with it.

Comments

[rathercommon]

[ That breaks through her frustration and her faint alarm over being caught being a semi-capable fighter. Against her will, she gives a little reluctant snort of amusement. Cute one, Alistair. Then she recovers and sighs. ]

I'm not usually this wretched. It's just going completely wrong. I don't know if it's the knives, or the altitude, or what.

[ She runs her hand through her hair. ]

Anything you do know how to do that would be suited to someone small and apparently completely incompetent?

[byblow]

That's kind of harsh. You're hitting the target. [ He points at the bale of hay, in case she missed it. ] Not with the right end, that's all. You could try something where every end is the right end. Like a rock.

[ Helping! ]

[rathercommon]

[ She gives a harumph of irritation and puts her hands on her hips and looks up at him. It's a hell of a long way to look up. ]

Or mouthy Gray Wardens. You look quite underfed. I bet I could toss you to hit that target.

[ The idea is, of course, completely preposterous. But she does look fierce! ]

[byblow]

[ So fierce. Like a kitten. How appropriate.

He spreads his arms and raises his eyebrows: go ahead. ]

[rathercommon]

[ A little smile curls her lips. And she cups her hands, like he's supposed to step into them. ]

Right, foot right here...