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Ariadne finds that she can’t work out if Krem is telling the truth or not. But if he had in fact broken into a field to try and steal a goat for her dowry, well, she definitely has to see that.

“I’d be glad to help,” she replies with a chuckle, taking a few more moments to down the rest of the tankard of water. Some food would definitely help take the edge of the hangover away, but that could wait a little bit. “Though I may need some bread first to soak up the ale. I am definitely not as good at getting drunk as I used to be.”

She takes advantage of his arm to stand up carefully, wobbling a little bit on her feet. But he is stable (and damn these muscles), so she holds on until she gets herself straightened up.

“Alright. Let’s go see the shipwreck of a night we had. If I need you to bridal carry me, Bull, I will absolutely let you know.”

After Bull buys a bit of bread and an Apology Orange for Ariadne, Krem leads them back through the town to the edge. As soon as they start approaching the field at the edge of town, they catch sight of a man crouched down, trying to make repairs to a hopelessly shattered fence.

“You!” he shouts, as soon as he sees Bull, pointing his hammer. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, coming round here again after what you did!”

Bull raises both his hands. “I’m sorry, I swear,” he gives a weak chuckle. “My uh.. wife and I were drunk skunks last night, I don’t even remember doing this. Could we help you fix it?”

The man looks skeptically at the two of them, and then points his hammer at Ariadne. “Honestly, I’d rather she go talk sense into my daughter. Last night she was all on about running away with her to join a circus, and now Tildy has it in her head she’s going to do it.”

The orange and the bread are greatly appreciated, and as soon as Ariadne gets them in her system, she feels much more alive. Her head still hurts, but it’s better. It will probably take all day for her to feel better. She definitely can’t drink like she used to. Perhaps that’s a good thing, given how expensive alcohol can be.

When they get to the farm, Ariadne can already see the damage that was done in their drunken mess of a night, and Maker’s breath, no wonder the farmer is angry. She is more than willing to help repair it, but the farmer pointing his hammer at her stops her. Then his words make her mouth fell open.

I did what?

Ariadne just about starts laughing at that, but she manages to hide the sound in a cough. “Well, now we know that I definitely still have romantic skill when I’m drunk. But absolutely, I will go talk to her. I am a bit of a lovestruck romantic when I’m drunk.”

She turns back to Bull. “I’ll be a few minutes. I have some apologies to make.”

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Figs. Maker’s breath, when was the last time Ariadne had figs? She didn’t know, possibly when she had been travelling through Antiva, possibly before that. But she carefully made her way to the counter and picked up the little jar of jam, cradling it like a treasure. She was just as careful putting it on her bread, not wanting to waste any of it.

She had a bite of the bread and instantly made a happy sound, a wistful smile crossing her face. As she wiped the crumbs away, she replied, “Thank you. I haven’t had food this good for a long time.”

Determined to savour the jam, she put down the bread and began to eat what was on her plate, trying not to inhale it.

“Thank you again,” she replied, mouth a bit full. “I don’t want to bother you too much, though. I’m sure you have quite the list ahead of you.”

Moira tried not to watch Ariadne too carefully as she ate, not wishing to make the woman uncomfortable. Instead, she began working on a batch of cookie dough with bits of dates mixed in. The plink of the pits as she tossed them into a small copper bowl was the only sound for a while as Ariadne ate.

The thanks earned a warm smile, “I’m glad you like it. Anytime you’re hungry, feel free to stop by. I can’t always make you something myself, but there’s plenty of food to go around. I can’t speak for the head cook, but I’d certainly never turn down your company.”

She thought on her schedule for the day and scrunched her nose. “Mostly, I have to make a bunch of pastries for the Lady Ambassador’s guests. I’ve been warned that several of the ones meeting with her today are exceedingly picky about their baked goods.”

As much as Ariadne often liked to fill the air with talking, it was nice to just have the quiet of her own eating and the sounds of Moira cooking. It was very nice. Normal. Something she hadn’t heard for a long time. It made something twist tightly in her chest and she focused on the food to avoid the feelings.

The offer for company also added to that twist. Maker’s breath, as much as Ariadne had put on a front, she had been so lonely since she’d left Tevinter. Company like this, easy company where all she had to offer in return was a conversation, was not something she’d had for a while. It made her heart ache. “I’d...like that. Thank you,” she said softly, not quite able to meet Moira’s eyes.

“Then I probably shouldn’t keep you too much. Picky nobles like cooks to take their time on the food, make sure it’s perfect as possible,” Ariadne remembered a lot of people like that at parties. Hell, she had probably been that person at one point or another.

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“Are you sure you were not a poet in a past life?” Ariadne had to ask, feeling a familiar smile slide across her face. “With words like that, you would do very well in Antiva, penning odes to the beauty of the city.”

That sounded a little bit awkward, but it seemed better to dance around that little sigh than mention it. They both had their darkness, their own hidden feelings. Ariadne would be a fool not to notice that. But it wasn’t something she would draw attention to. Maybe if they got to know each other better, but for now, she was definitely going to keep the conversation light hearted. Deep talks were for another time.

“Well, I found out that I didn’t intentionally steal it. Turned out that I slept with a noblewoman and I put on the wrong clothes when I tried to sneak out,” she chuckled at the memory. “I had to do some tracking to find her and return them, and get my clothes back. I did look amazing in that dress, I will say that, though.”

His compliment didn’t go unnoticed and she nudged him back. “You are too kind. But no, I didn’t get caught. I can pull it off enough not to gather any bad attention and I don’t think the farmers thought anyone would believe them. A Vint in their sheep fields in a fancy dress? That is definitely something to talk about in a pub, not report to the city watch, yeah?”

He laughed at the first and shook his head softly before giving a flattered smile. There weren’t many compliments that got to Tavis unless it was in regards to his words or character, and his words meant a lot to him, so the compliment meant a lot to him. “A poet in a past life? I may have been that,” he said, actually considering it and then he shrugged ever so slightly. “A poet pretender in this life, I most certainly am that.” “I suppose, yes, you could definitely pull it off.” He glanced over at the mud in her hair with a cheeky smile, trying to imagine the messy warrior in a dress. That was difficult given that they were both filthy. Not that he thought she couldn’t pull it off, she was quite attractive after all, and he supposed she was raised around nobles… probably. Or maybe she wasn’t? He knew next to nothing about nobility in Tevinter, and knew very little about her. “Consider it a public service, farmers aren’t used to amusing Tevinters in dresses wandering hungover in their lands. Herding sheep isn’t exciting work after all and stories make people happy.” “So, were you a noble in Tevinter? Did you have to wear fancy dresses when you weren’t covered in mud from insufferable sparring partners?”

Excellent. Hopefully that made up just a little for her indiscretions beforehand. It wasn’t a perfect fix - flattering someone until they forgot the bad things about you - but it certainly wasn’t a bad place to start either. “Either way, you have a talent with words. Perhaps one day you will not be pretending.”

There was definitely a smile on Ariadne’s face now as they talked, and she shrugged, tugging at her muddy clothes. “I suppose it’s a bit hard to see now, with all the mud, but I promise you, I pull it off quite well after a bath.”

She did bow slightly, putting her mug to the side and giving him a smile that said ‘I do my best’. Then she answered his question. “I was, yes. I was noble born, the third child of four from two magisters. The only child born without magic, and the first one to be like that in a hundred years on both sides. I do say was because I’m disowned now, but I guess I am still nobleborn.”

But she did chuckle. “Personally, I’ve found sparring partners that cover me in mud much less insufferable than the people I had to wear fancy dresses for. I felt like livestock being sold to the highest bidder. Though sheep can’t gut their suitors if they are too handsy, I suppose.” She flashed him a grin at that.

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Of all the routes that Ariadne expects Krem to go with that story, she definitely doesn’t expect the goat. She can’t help laughing, though that is definitely a mistake as her head throbs more. She downs a swallow of cold water and splashes some of it on her face.

“Well, damn, Bull, you could have bought me dinner and that would have been enough of a dowry. I don’t even have enough coin to buy myself breakfast,” she chuckles, feeling a bit better, though still looking a bit miserable. “It’s definitely the other way around, but don’t expect a dowry from me for the same reason.”

Another glug of water helps wash away a little more of the pain.

“Anyone know any good hangover cures? Or just pain relief? I am fairly certain I got hit in the head with a horn last night on top of the hangover.”

Then she has to ask, playing along. “So where is the goat? I totally want a pet goat. Or just goat in general, goat is delicious.”

“Well, you didn’t get the goat,” Krem chuckles. “You got chased out by the farmer, because Bull fell over and broke his fence.”

“Crap, I broke somebody’s fence?” he winces. “Explains the bruise. We should swing by there later, pay for it or fix it or something.”

“Hey, if you want to retrace your steps I can take you,” he offers.

“You followed us?” Bull laughs.

“Course I followed you. You were stealing goats and asking girls to marry you. You think I was gonna miss a second of that?”

“Fair. Alright, come on, wifey. Let’s go fix a fence.” he pats her on the back. “I can carry you bridal style if you want.”

Ariadne finds that she can't work out if Krem is telling the truth or not. But if he had in fact broken into a field to try and steal a goat for her dowry, well, she definitely has to see that.

"I'd be glad to help," she replies with a chuckle, taking a few more moments to down the rest of the tankard of water. Some food would definitely help take the edge of the hangover away, but that could wait a little bit. “Though I may need some bread first to soak up the ale. I am definitely not as good at getting drunk as I used to be.”

She takes advantage of his arm to stand up carefully, wobbling a little bit on her feet. But he is stable (and damn these muscles), so she holds on until she gets herself straightened up.

“Alright. Let’s go see the shipwreck of a night we had. If I need you to bridal carry me, Bull, I will absolutely let you know.”

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Ariadne nodded to that, picking the bun apart with her fingers. “That he is. I haven’t had much chance to see him on the battlefield, but he definitely seems like an interesting man and a very good captain.”

That would help, laying off the compliments for a bit, but Ariadne also knew that she wouldn’t be oblivious to Moira’s warm smiles and caring and comfort. She hoped she could spend more time around the woman for that reason, and to get to know each other.

Definitely to get to know each other better.

What did make her blush more instead of the compliments was the mothering. It had been a long time since anyone had taken that much care of Ariadne and she could barely look at Moira for the tightness forming in her chest. Finally, she answered quietly, “Sausage, please. Thank you.”

Moira smiled and set to work scrambling some eggs and cooking two links of sausage. She spoke as she cooked, voice warm and friendly, “If you’d like something on your bread, I’ve got some fig jam left over from some tarts I made the other day. There’s not enough to cook anything with, but it’s wonderful to add a bit of flavor. The jar is on the third shelf, next to the cinnamon.”

Scarred hands carefully piled the meal onto a plate and placed it in front of Ariadne.

“There you are. Should keep you full through whatever training you’ve got scheduled for today. But if it doesn’t, you’re more than welcome to come see me again. I love visitors.”

Figs. Maker’s breath, when was the last time Ariadne had figs? She didn’t know, possibly when she had been travelling through Antiva, possibly before that. But she carefully made her way to the counter and picked up the little jar of jam, cradling it like a treasure. She was just as careful putting it on her bread, not wanting to waste any of it.

She had a bite of the bread and instantly made a happy sound, a wistful smile crossing her face. As she wiped the crumbs away, she replied, “Thank you. I haven’t had food this good for a long time.”

Determined to savour the jam, she put down the bread and began to eat what was on her plate, trying not to inhale it.

“Thank you again,” she replied, mouth a bit full. “I don’t want to bother you too much, though. I’m sure you have quite the list ahead of you.”

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Ariadne chuckled faintly at that. She had to laugh, because if she thought too much about that hole in the sky, she might break down a little. She already was a bit afraid of demons, thanks to her old position, and having something in the sky pumping out demons and potentially ending the world was not something that made her feel better about that.

“I was passing through Antiva when I left Tevinter,” Ariadne replied, considering her tankard. “It’s easy to blend in there if you know where to go. Though I did have my moments of not blending in, only a few of which I can remember. I drank quite a lot in those early days. Woke up once in a sheep field in a dress I didn’t own and emeralds I certainly didn’t own with no memory of getting there.”

She couldn’t help a laugh at that. “I got some very interesting looks from the farmers walking out of there.”

The hole in the sky was a reality… but he wasn’t too perturbed. He WAS bothered by it but he let himself be distracted by humor, as usual. What else was there? It was terrible, frightening, but in his realistic gaze towards Thedas was always just a pile of misfortune. One that he could only counter grief with sardonic laughter. Laugh through it and take joy in the little amount of life that’s left. That was him. That shit wasn’t anything new. He was alive during the last blight. Destruction was embedded into the world, so one may as well laugh about it before the flames fuck them. In his mind at least. He… did not even think to emote that though. Uncouth and terrible, he was better than that… sort of. “So beautiful among this strange world, yes? I can almost see Antiva glimmering in the distance like a beacon of chaotic and romantic hope. Sprouting poetry and beautiful gems within fanciful little springs of chaos.” He laughed and then gave an actually - kind of depressed sigh at those words, resigning almost ashamed. Like he had lost something sentimental that he never had in the first place. “And, well. You woke up in a fine dress with free emeralds. You did not even steal them…” He stopped then though, considering. Well maybe she did steal them, he wouldn’t care. “Possibly….” “My beautiful friend, your drunken clever mind is too good for Antiva.” He grins and gives her a couple of nudges, smiling like he hasn’t a care in the world. “You didn’t get caught, I presume?”

"Are you sure you were not a poet in a past life?" Ariadne had to ask, feeling a familiar smile slide across her face. "With words like that, you would do very well in Antiva, penning odes to the beauty of the city."

That sounded a little bit awkward, but it seemed better to dance around that little sigh than mention it. They both had their darkness, their own hidden feelings. Ariadne would be a fool not to notice that. But it wasn't something she would draw attention to. Maybe if they got to know each other better, but for now, she was definitely going to keep the conversation light hearted. Deep talks were for another time.

"Well, I found out that I didn't intentionally steal it. Turned out that I slept with a noblewoman and I put on the wrong clothes when I tried to sneak out," she chuckled at the memory. "I had to do some tracking to find her and return them, and get my clothes back. I did look amazing in that dress, I will say that, though."

His compliment didn't go unnoticed and she nudged him back. "You are too kind. But no, I didn't get caught. I can pull it off enough not to gather any bad attention and I don't think the farmers thought anyone would believe them. A Vint in their sheep fields in a fancy dress? That is definitely something to talk about in a pub, not report to the city watch, yeah?"

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Ariadne let’s out a slight sigh of relief at that, somehow glad that she’s not going to be married way before she’s ready to. But playing along? She can definitely do that.

“Alright. I can do that and I totally understand the stealing girls thing. Happens all the damn time.”

His question does make her go a bit red and she shrugs. “Can’t remember, to be honest. Most of the night is a blur. But I’m sure it was good. He might be the one to ask about that.”

“I’ll be sure to,” Krem chuckles, standing back upright as Bull comes back over with a tankard of cold water for Ariadne.

“So, uh, married,” he clears his throat. “Is that all we did last night?”

“Married isn’t enough for you?” Krem laughs.

“No, well, I just mean, I have this weird bruise–”

“Well, you did try to steal a goat.”

Bull stares. He looks at Ariadne, and then back at Krem. “Come again?”

“A goat. Something about a dowry. Think you had it backwards, chief,” Krem grins. “Got run over by the bull in the field, though. This lady was cheering you from the fence.”

Of all the routes that Ariadne expects Krem to go with that story, she definitely doesn’t expect the goat. She can’t help laughing, though that is definitely a mistake as her head throbs more. She downs a swallow of cold water and splashes some of it on her face.

“Well, damn, Bull, you could have bought me dinner and that would have been enough of a dowry. I don’t even have enough coin to buy myself breakfast,” she chuckles, feeling a bit better, though still looking a bit miserable. “It’s definitely the other way around, but don’t expect a dowry from me for the same reason.”

Another glug of water helps wash away a little more of the pain.

“Anyone know any good hangover cures? Or just pain relief? I am fairly certain I got hit in the head with a horn last night on top of the hangover.”

Then she has to ask, playing along. “So where is the goat? I totally want a pet goat. Or just goat in general, goat is delicious.”

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There was a bit of visible quiet there, though it didn’t show on Tavis’s face, and Ariadne had to admit that it was a rather sensitive topic. She might not go into it, especially because she was still learning how bad people here thought slavery and the Imperium was. That was a slow learning process. Ariadne did chuckle gently at that comment, glad for the shift to more positive topics of conversation. “I think you would suit Antiva, from what I’ve noticed of you so far. It’s honestly a place I think everyone should go to once in their life, though I know that not everyone can make it there. Antiva City is a wonder to behold.”

She had another slow sip from her mug as she listened to him speak. “That it is. Especially right now. I don’t think it’s quite the time for adventures to Antiva. But another time, perhaps? I remember a lady I met there, a poet, saying that no matter where you come from or who you are, Antiva will call to you for your entire life, for Antiva is life itself. A bit dramatic, but I always liked the sentiment.”

That was the greatest compliment to him. He had only met one person from Antiva his entire life, but the one he had met was captivating, exciting and full of mystery. That was much more romantic than being suited to his own Ferelden, which was all dogs, mud and human bickering. He would hope to go to Tevinter too but considering the shape of his ears and his magical abilities, that would be incredibly stupid. “It isn’t the time for adventures that far north, yes, but one day I will ensure a visit. I am not sure how welcome marked elves are in Antiva city. From what I’ve been told they are very much feared, but as long as we aren’t devoured by the sky before this is over, I will find a way to see it.” He gave an easy shrug, considering his drink before swiveling it around on the table once. “So what brought you to Antiva? I’m sure you have some interesting stories.”

Ariadne chuckled faintly at that. She had to laugh, because if she thought too much about that hole in the sky, she might break down a little. She already was a bit afraid of demons, thanks to her old position, and having something in the sky pumping out demons and potentially ending the world was not something that made her feel better about that.

“I was passing through Antiva when I left Tevinter,” Ariadne replied, considering her tankard. “It’s easy to blend in there if you know where to go. Though I did have my moments of not blending in, only a few of which I can remember. I drank quite a lot in those early days. Woke up once in a sheep field in a dress I didn’t own and emeralds I certainly didn’t own with no memory of getting there.”

She couldn’t help a laugh at that. “I got some very interesting looks from the farmers walking out of there.”

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Ariadne has been terrified of marriage for most of her life, mostly because of the responsibility in it and the sheer emphasis her family had put on marriage as a goal in her life. Getting married while drunk was possibly both the best and worst response to that feeling.

“What do you mean you couldn’t stop us?”

She has to ask that first, because she is trying to imagine how in any realm of existence she would actually want to get married, and to a man she had just met, no less.

“Well, at least I’m already disowned, so my parents can only try to kill me for being married to a qunari,” she laughs self-deprecatingly, trying to find some water to clear up her headache. “Wait, if you’re my husband, does that mean I can get you to get me some water, please?”

“Right away my wife,” he bows at the waist with a chuckle and heads off to the bar to fetch her some cold water. As soon as he’s out of earshot, Krem leans in towards her.

“You’re not legally married,” he whispers. “But we really did have a whole ceremony. Just lemme have this for a few hours, then you’re off the hook. He snatched a girl out from under my nose in the last city, I gotta get back at him. You understand, I’m sure. How was the strap on, by the way?”

Ariadne let's out a slight sigh of relief at that, somehow glad that she's not going to be married way before she's ready to. But playing along? She can definitely do that.

"Alright. I can do that and I totally understand the stealing girls thing. Happens all the damn time."

His question does make her go a bit red and she shrugs. "Can't remember, to be honest. Most of the night is a blur. But I'm sure it was good. He might be the one to ask about that."

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Ariadne can already tell why he’s laughing and shakes her head. “Yeah, it does sound like a particularly bad joke. I’m more amazed we didn’t get into a fight. I get into a LOT of bar fights and I swear most of them aren’t my fault.”

She follows Bull down the stairs, trying to remember how in the hell they got to this in (and where were her things, honestly, she was never drinking again). Then comes the cheering and cry and she freezes.

All she can say first is, “Maker’s balls, I am never drinking again.”

Then she asks the one who cheered, “If you’re not joking, why did you let us get married?”

She is way too hungover for this.

“Let you? I couldn’t stop you,” Krem chuckles. “Course I did officiate…”

“You married us?” Bull can’t believe this. “You little shit.”

Krem just grins. “Had to get back at you for the girl in Anathema somehow, chief. Said I would.”

“You- she- by marrying us?!” he looks back over at Ariadne in disbelief.

“To be clear,” Krem says, clapping his palms together and pointing all ten fingers at Bull, then at Ariadne. “We were pranking him. Sorry you got mixed up in it.”

“Marriage isn’t a prank!” but even as he says it, Bull can’t help but half-smile. Damn, he’s really gonna have to step up his game after this to get back at Krem.

Ariadne has been terrified of marriage for most of her life, mostly because of the responsibility in it and the sheer emphasis her family had put on marriage as a goal in her life. Getting married while drunk was possibly both the best and worst response to that feeling.

“What do you mean you couldn’t stop us?”

She has to ask that first, because she is trying to imagine how in any realm of existence she would actually want to get married, and to a man she had just met, no less.

“Well, at least I’m already disowned, so my parents can only try to kill me for being married to a qunari,” she laughs self-deprecatingly, trying to find some water to clear up her headache. “Wait, if you’re my husband, does that mean I can get you to get me some water, please?”

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Ariadne raises an eyebrow at that, trying to wrack her memory. “Maybe. I just remember wiggling my eyebrows at you. Because clearly I’m an idiot.”

She does laugh at his comment afterwards, finishing getting dressed. “No, it wouldn’t offend me in the slightest. I’m not that poncey of a Vint. I might be a little embarrassed, but I’ll survive.”

Bull chuckles. Of course she’s a Vint, too. He shakes his head, grinning as he slips his arm into a harness and straps it across his chest.

“A qunari and a vint wake up in bed together… sounds like the set up for a bad joke. Come on, then. Let’s go find my Vint.”

He grabs the strap on as they go, since he has a pretty good idea where they got it. They come down the stairs in the inn they’re at (not even the inn Bull was originally staying in with the Chargers, he notes) only to be greeted by a raucous round of cheering. At least twenty of the chargers are in the main hall of the inn, including Krem.

Bull freezes solid in place when Krem claps his hands together and cheers, “There’s the happy newlyweds!”

Ariadne can already tell why he's laughing and shakes her head. "Yeah, it does sound like a particularly bad joke. I'm more amazed we didn't get into a fight. I get into a LOT of bar fights and I swear most of them aren't my fault."

She follows Bull down the stairs, trying to remember how in the hell they got to this in (and where were her things, honestly, she was never drinking again). Then comes the cheering and cry and she freezes.

All she can say first is, "Maker's balls, I am never drinking again."

Then she asks the one who cheered, "If you're not joking, why did you let us get married?"

She is way too hungover for this.