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I'm sure they have. [ She laughs lightly, leaning in his strong grasp, nestling in the crook of his neck. ] Would any Ferelden estate be a Ferelden estate without a constant stream of mabari?
[ Fergus could surely part with one. In fact, she suspected he'd been planning on offering her one on her next birthday... though, now, she has no idea where she'll be during that time.
Robyn does think wistfully of the family they may never have. The Hero of Ferelden allows herself this weakness and draws in as close as she can to her new husband within a moment of heavy silence.
Until he tickles her and she gasps in surprise, laughing. ]
All right, luck for the both of us! [ Out of desperation she slinks from his grasp and then sits, looking cross, out of his reach. ] Even if we cure the taint, I won't be able to ever stop those nasty fingers of yours, will I?
[ Always scrambling to tickle at her weak spots. She isn't particularly ticklish, as it happens, but he seems to know exactly how to make her jump nonetheless. ]
I feel no pressure at all. [ Robyn states lightly, leaning back into the grass to stare up at the sky. ] None whatsoever. How difficult could it be to end the curse that has plagued Grey Wardens forever and ever?
[Certainly no self-respecting Ferelden estate would let itself be without mabari and there's nothing like a puppy for cheering someone up. Going together to see her brother and pick one out could be just what they need once this is all done and they're back together again.
Alistair snickers as Robyn moves out of reach, shooting her a pleased grin.]
Not unless I find a better way to annoy you, my dear.
[Always possible. She's given him a lifetime to find out now - a lifetime that he wants to believe will soon be that much longer. Even if it's not, it's enough. They have each, for how long they have.
Shifting closer again Alistair lays a hand over hers and looks up as well, at the stars bright overhead.]
No more difficult than finding a way to slay an archdemon without a Warden needing to sacrifice their life. [He leans against her lightly, reassuring himself of her presence without putting his weight on her.] But no one will think less of you if you can't do it. It might not be possible.
[Something he should have said sooner. He squeezes her hand tightly, voice softer as he goes on.] I don't care if you come back with nothing to show. Just promise you'll come back.
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[ Fergus could surely part with one. In fact, she suspected he'd been planning on offering her one on her next birthday... though, now, she has no idea where she'll be during that time.
Robyn does think wistfully of the family they may never have. The Hero of Ferelden allows herself this weakness and draws in as close as she can to her new husband within a moment of heavy silence.
Until he tickles her and she gasps in surprise, laughing. ]
All right, luck for the both of us! [ Out of desperation she slinks from his grasp and then sits, looking cross, out of his reach. ] Even if we cure the taint, I won't be able to ever stop those nasty fingers of yours, will I?
[ Always scrambling to tickle at her weak spots. She isn't particularly ticklish, as it happens, but he seems to know exactly how to make her jump nonetheless. ]
I feel no pressure at all. [ Robyn states lightly, leaning back into the grass to stare up at the sky. ] None whatsoever. How difficult could it be to end the curse that has plagued Grey Wardens forever and ever?
[ Maker preserve her. Maker preserve them all. ]
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Alistair snickers as Robyn moves out of reach, shooting her a pleased grin.]
Not unless I find a better way to annoy you, my dear.
[Always possible. She's given him a lifetime to find out now - a lifetime that he wants to believe will soon be that much longer. Even if it's not, it's enough. They have each, for how long they have.
Shifting closer again Alistair lays a hand over hers and looks up as well, at the stars bright overhead.]
No more difficult than finding a way to slay an archdemon without a Warden needing to sacrifice their life. [He leans against her lightly, reassuring himself of her presence without putting his weight on her.] But no one will think less of you if you can't do it. It might not be possible.
[Something he should have said sooner. He squeezes her hand tightly, voice softer as he goes on.] I don't care if you come back with nothing to show. Just promise you'll come back.