songinthestillness.bsky.social
Reluctant Herald of Andraste, leader of the Inquisition || she/her || INFJ || #DArp
Mun is 28 || Run by Pana (they/them) || 21+ muns only
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Maker save me
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EXCUSE ME-- IM--- IM NOT-- I--
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"I'm sure if I ask very nicely, they'll spare some pastries along with a meal,"
Amalthea smiles warmly, dusting herself off a little before making a start in the direction of the tavern.
"Maker, some wine sounds good. Or even mead, maybe. The last thing either of us need is Bull's spiked ale."
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"A break sounds like a good idea."
Ruby's tone is convincing to a point, but Amalthea worries regardless. It's one thing to be working hard in the mountains, but it's another thing to do so while having a second voice in your head.
"To the tavern? I'm sure they'll have some food for us too."
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"The air's thinner up here, sometimes I find myself a little dizzy when I'm doing something simple like going on a walk."
Amalthea pulls Ruby to his feet easily, her smile turning into a look of mild concern.
"I can't imagine how you must be feeling after all that work. Are you okay?"
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"Do you need a hand up?"
Amalthea offers her hand out to the figure currently laying in the dirt, kneeling down to his level as she does so.
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Do you think that if they move too much, crumbs will fall out?
Wait no, I don't want to think about it any more.....
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Maker, that sounds...... unhygienic....
But also very accurate
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I say that I hate it but I much prefer paperwork to meeting with Orlesian nobles
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-Romance was invented when the author wrote "There’s a thousand things she wants to say; apologies and welcome backs and I missed yous that die on her tongue as she goes to voice them. She rises onto toes and kisses him, hoping that her actions can communicate what her voice cannot. And they melt."
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Sometimes you just gotta hide yourself in one of the upper floors of the tavern with your ale and terrible romance novel to cope.
And by you I mean me.
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Ahem.
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............................ no one let the advisors know I'm doing this.
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Surely that'll be an appropriate and completely reasonable ask from the leader of the Inquisiton...... right?
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Why are the Hinterlands so big.....
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I'm never trusting anything ever again