#scribeyrp

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🏨 (lets go with Henrietta Buttercup :D)

“Aw, Henrietta, did something frighten you?”

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🏨 Trev into Sienna's and Alistairs bed *cackles evily* you know she'd have to be sooooo wasted for that to happen

“What in Void are you doing? Have you gone completely mad, Inquisitor?!”

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🏨 my Michelle Shepard, Paragon of (in)Dignity?

“Oh! Oh, hello. Um, are you sure this is the bed you were looking for?” A weak smile and nervous laugh follow the surprised statement. 

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💕

Nerine slid next to her ruffling the large fur she had wound about herself. “You look cold. Come, warm up.” She offered with a smile, shuddering a little at the loss of trapped heat. 

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"Sienna, answer me this," Amallia began. "Have you ever experinced another woman pleasuring you?"

The Warden’s eyes widened slightly at the question. “No, I have not.” She answered, a slight flutter in her chest. “Why?”

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(let's start this again?) Amaya woke before dawn, giving Ishta a hug goodbye as she slept before heading down to the stables to prepare her wild hart, Lilac. She wondered which of the mounts was Erin's, and if he'd even remembered that he was supposed to take her out on a scouting mission with him today. She yawned as she strapped on Lilac's saddlebags--at least if he had forgotten, she could go back to bed. [amaya-lavellan]

Erin was up just before dawn, as usual, and as usual Erin went through his morning ritual of push-ups, crunches and shaving the sides of his head. With his gear firmly in place, Erin threw his overcoat and buckled it as he went to the kitchens to grab some apples and a hunk of old bread. 

Approaching the stables, he went straight for his quarter-horse, she may have been a little smaller than the standard Ferelden breed, but she was fast.

He gave Amaya a quiet nod as he readied his horse. “Mornin’, I see the hour isn’t taa early fer ya.”