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[muckspout]

WHO: Edgard and YOU
WHAT: I'm doing the catch-all thing too
WHEN: Now-ish, post-Murderhaus and Satinalia
WHERE: Various places
NOTES: Open to all unless otherwise specified. Post-murderhaus stuff might have murdery discussions

All prompts in comments! Feel three to throw wildcards in here if you so desire. I love you.

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[muckspout]

Edgard shakes his head and makes a waving motion with his hand.

"Something my Papa said sometimes. We mostly needed strength for farm work or taking care of our siblings or ourselves when my parents weren't around. Not always easy, but--simpler."

[cozen]

"It sounds nice," Bastien says. And it sort of does. A little. Maybe if he'd been raised on a farm he would have been happy to stay on one. "Are they still there? Your family."

[muckspout]

Edgard gives Bastien a look.

"No. Whole area was torched in the war." He shrugs. "That's Orlais for you."

[cozen]

"Oh. I am sorry to hear that."

That is Orlais. Val Royeaux wound up on fire, too, during the conscription riots.

"Were you there when it happened?"

[muckspout]

Edgard frowns. This is an older wound, not one he thinks on often. He had heard from another soldier, simply giving news and listing places, not realizing the casualness with which he had told Edgard he had no one left.

"No. No, I was gone by then."