I cannot stop thinking about Aelywn and her ferret. I’m imagining like super serious moments and the ferret just popping out of random spots. Doing it’s little hops across the room while Aelywn decides the ruler of ferelden.
Eamon: Tell us warden, who shall lead Ferelden? Alistair: ... Anora: ... Aelwyn: ... Ferret: does its little war dance across the room












