Some people might handle this situation with blunt words (Gwenaëlle), others more calculated aplomb and grace, and Astrid—
Well, Astrid just ploughs right into the man and spills some of her red wine all over his expensive white shirtfront.
“Oh, shit, I am sooooo sorry,” she declares, not looking sorry at all. Instead: she delivers a quick ogle at Hermione’s impressive bosom, then a proprietary arm looped through her elbow. “Best go get that taken care of, mate. I hear it stains.”
She’s not given a shit about wine stains before in her life, really.
Her foul mouth and lack of social graces don’t fit this scenario at all, but the dream has at least tried to make her look the part. She’s still too mistrustful about her ability to manage a dress, and so her outfit isn’t very different from what she might wear in regular Thedas; but it’s made with better-quality fabrics, a sharper cut than usual, stiffer trousers, although still well-made comfortable boots. The heavy leather jacket is the main hint of her Avvar origins. (She should be sweating through it, but the temperature here is always perfectly pleasant. Funny, that.) Her hair’s even tied up in a more elaborate updo than ever before, although some strands are already trying to escape.
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Well, Astrid just ploughs right into the man and spills some of her red wine all over his expensive white shirtfront.
“Oh, shit, I am sooooo sorry,” she declares, not looking sorry at all. Instead: she delivers a quick ogle at Hermione’s impressive bosom, then a proprietary arm looped through her elbow. “Best go get that taken care of, mate. I hear it stains.”
She’s not given a shit about wine stains before in her life, really.
Her foul mouth and lack of social graces don’t fit this scenario at all, but the dream has at least tried to make her look the part. She’s still too mistrustful about her ability to manage a dress, and so her outfit isn’t very different from what she might wear in regular Thedas; but it’s made with better-quality fabrics, a sharper cut than usual, stiffer trousers, although still well-made comfortable boots. The heavy leather jacket is the main hint of her Avvar origins. (She should be sweating through it, but the temperature here is always perfectly pleasant. Funny, that.) Her hair’s even tied up in a more elaborate updo than ever before, although some strands are already trying to escape.