"Yes," Vega grumbles, dropping her eyes to her cup. She wants to say something scathing in response to that but some sharp reply curdles instantly on her tongue; the akvavit tasted better.
That's because, for all intents and purposes, Astrid is right. She would very much rather be here instead of in Tevinter under the current circumstances, just that she can't bring herself to admit to that even while tipsy. She sniffs instead and slowly pushes herself upright. The world hangs in place for a moment and she has to take a small step first before really moving, adjusting her weight with care (if she stumbled in front of Astrid she will have to throw herself into the fire).
"I'm going to get water," she states, important and too-loud. "For us both. Stay here."
And then she's gone, holding her skirts carefully in one hand to keep from stepping on them.
yes good *places dusty little bow*
That's because, for all intents and purposes, Astrid is right. She would very much rather be here instead of in Tevinter under the current circumstances, just that she can't bring herself to admit to that even while tipsy. She sniffs instead and slowly pushes herself upright. The world hangs in place for a moment and she has to take a small step first before really moving, adjusting her weight with care (if she stumbled in front of Astrid she will have to throw herself into the fire).
"I'm going to get water," she states, important and too-loud. "For us both. Stay here."
And then she's gone, holding her skirts carefully in one hand to keep from stepping on them.