#thirrinn

[howprettyareyou]

“Lo grumpyboots. Ready to pull that prank on Dorian yet?” Sera grinned, jumping onto Piers’ shoulders. “Because I’m still coming up mostly blank on what to do. Other than shave his caterpillar off.”

[overshadowedbrother]

thirrinn:

"I’m your older brother, Carver——it may very well be my Maker-given duty to bother you,” Hawke teases. Normally, he’d have a much sterner response, but perhaps it’s a bit too early to start bickering already.

"I was going to ask if you’d seen Fang. I can’t seem to find the little mongrel around anywhere."

Carver put his blade down, strong digits curling around the whetstone in his right hand. It's unsurprising the comment is met with a scowl and a roll of the eyes. The question that follows is what lifts a smile to the younger's face. Bratty and smug.

            "Already having trouble commanding                   your mabari, brother? I had expected                   it would take longer before Fang dec-                   ided to run off." He paused.

      "Did you check the field yet?           I've heard one of the farmers           let his chickens roam free.           Maybe Fang got hungry."