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#12 - your oc overheard while drunk
The Herald was in rare form tonight. Months now, she’s been here, and I thought her so severe, as unapproachable as that Ferelden Frostback in the Hinterlands. Apparently, all it takes to crack the facade is an enormous Qunari, his band of mercenaries, and lots of ale. Maker, the laugh on Her Worship--nothing’s held back, it almost sounds painful, like she's never quite learned how to do it proper.
They were looking at her mark tonight, heads all tilted in curiosity while they stared at her palm, and she says ‘What do you mean where does it go? Like--what’s in there? How the fuck should I know? Maybe...maybe, erm…Maker’s ass no I am not letting anyone stick their--’
Not sure what The Iron Bull said to her then, but I am sure ale shot out of her nose.
‘I'm gonna ask Solas’ she insisted, somewhere in between fits of laughter. ‘I am! This is...it’s...academic. For academia. The scholarly pursuit of cocks and hands, yeah?’
It was nice to see her unwind.
Less nice to see her crawl into the bushes to be sick later on, though. Do they not let mages indulge, in the Circle?
--unnamed Inquisition soldier’s journal, unearthed from the ruins of Haven










