Hawke, again. Not a surprise, friends were like that. Herc doesn't really know what kinda man he'd be, without certain friends having shaped him along the way, and who he shaped right back.
"Here you are," he agrees, good natured and flicking some snow right back. His aim is more accurate, unfortunately, though not on purpose - more just habit. "Official Snow Ambassador to the Inquisition."
i need an inspirational cross stitch of "potatoes must also dream of flying"
"Here you are," he agrees, good natured and flicking some snow right back. His aim is more accurate, unfortunately, though not on purpose - more just habit. "Official Snow Ambassador to the Inquisition."