[ Laica wakes up and doesn't move. Her eyes slide around the temple but her body stays still. This is weird. Something happened to the cave. ]
Loghain.
[ She whispers. And repeats when there's no answer. And again, a little louder. Finally. ]
Loghain!
[ She shouts and sits up. But the surly former-teyrn current-Grey Warden isn't there. She's alone. She draws her knees to her chest and wraps her legs around them, shivering a little at the shock of it. ]
Well. Another fine mess you've gotten yourself into, Hawke.
Dancing Barefoot
[ So. This is probably the Fade. But as journeys beyond the Veil go this is definitely the best one she's ever had. Possibly the best one anybody's ever had. So she decides to stop worrying and love whatever this sodding nonsense is.
She throws herself into the dance contest with abandon. Her enthusiasm fueled by her competitive nature, and amplified by her constant search for new sources of income. Unfortunately, despite all she has going for her, the one thing she lacks is talent. On the other hand, she also is possessed of complete confidence in her abilities, despite all evidence to the contrary. She makes eye contact with somebody. Whether they're competing or not, it doesn't really matter to her. ]
Watch and learn!
[ What she expects the other to learn is unclear. Maybe it's just how to dodge her flailing elbows. ]
Is This Desire?
[ Laica smiles politely in response to the creepy smiling faces that tell her not to wander, and then does precisely that when she thinks they're not looking. She's a battle-hardened champion, a mage of considerable skill, not just in combat but also the healing arts. She is confident that she can handle herself.
And when she discovers a delicious looking apple, of course she tries it. Why wouldn't she?
The flood of arousal hits her in a rush. Her cheeks flush pink and her lips part as she blinks slowly, her step faltering as her legs start to tremble. ]
Laica Hawke | Dragon Age | OTA
[ Laica wakes up and doesn't move. Her eyes slide around the temple but her body stays still. This is weird. Something happened to the cave. ]
Loghain.
[ She whispers. And repeats when there's no answer. And again, a little louder. Finally. ]
Loghain!
[ She shouts and sits up. But the surly former-teyrn current-Grey Warden isn't there. She's alone. She draws her knees to her chest and wraps her legs around them, shivering a little at the shock of it. ]
Well. Another fine mess you've gotten yourself into, Hawke.
Dancing Barefoot
[ So. This is probably the Fade. But as journeys beyond the Veil go this is definitely the best one she's ever had. Possibly the best one anybody's ever had. So she decides to stop worrying and love whatever this sodding nonsense is.
She throws herself into the dance contest with abandon. Her enthusiasm fueled by her competitive nature, and amplified by her constant search for new sources of income. Unfortunately, despite all she has going for her, the one thing she lacks is talent. On the other hand, she also is possessed of complete confidence in her abilities, despite all evidence to the contrary. She makes eye contact with somebody. Whether they're competing or not, it doesn't really matter to her. ]
Watch and learn!
[ What she expects the other to learn is unclear. Maybe it's just how to dodge her flailing elbows. ]
Is This Desire?
[ Laica smiles politely in response to the creepy smiling faces that tell her not to wander, and then does precisely that when she thinks they're not looking. She's a battle-hardened champion, a mage of considerable skill, not just in combat but also the healing arts. She is confident that she can handle herself.
And when she discovers a delicious looking apple, of course she tries it. Why wouldn't she?
The flood of arousal hits her in a rush. Her cheeks flush pink and her lips part as she blinks slowly, her step faltering as her legs start to tremble. ]
Oh dear.