Doesn't that sound familiar. Mine have a way of doing the same. [Even when she's trying to lay low, though tending to have a preference of where to hang out doesn't help with that. She laughs just thinking about them all.]
I'll keep an eye out for you. In return, if you see a dwarf with glorious, luscious chest hair who loves to hear himself talk or a mage who has a bit of a mouth on her and is beautiful as she is witty let me know. Though it's more likely I'll run into the latter myself or more likely she'll find me, us girls have to stick together right? We are after all, new arrivals in a strange land. [With thieving plants. Don't think she's taken her eyes off of you trees.]
Do go on though, by colorful do you mean her language or perhaps her fashion choices?
Sounds like quite a few people I've encountered in my travels before all of this. Not your friend unfortunately but I imagine she'll be hard to miss with a description like that.
[She smiles, fondly thinking when its her turn how to describe one of her greatest friends. How does one describe Varric?]
Not all dwarves are the same, most are grumpy, beardy and hate even the mere idea of being above ground. Much shorter than you and I too obviously. No, my friend is more on the handsome side of looks. Loves to tell stories, but don't believe much of what he says. And he has his precious crossbow Bianca with him, or at least he should. I can't imagine him anywhere without her, and believe me if you find him you'll know what I mean.
I know right? Good luck ever finding out the reason behind it if you run across him, I've known him for years and he still won't budge.
[Though maybe one day he'll budge on his biggest kept secret. She looks a little put out about it, but the smile on her face gives away any chance of her actually looking upset.]
I doubt he'll be hard to find if he's around, besides there's a few other friends of mine I hope to also run into if they aren't sleeping the day away up there. [She looks up at where the space station should be (and that's still so bizarre to even picture, but here they are) and instead sees the various greenery overhead. Right, thieving trees and bizarre plant life. Inevitably they reach a fork in the path, and she pauses to consider it.] Well, we might as well keep heading forward while we still have light on our side. Which direction should we head in? All this green has me turned around.
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I'll keep an eye out for you. In return, if you see a dwarf with glorious, luscious chest hair who loves to hear himself talk or a mage who has a bit of a mouth on her and is beautiful as she is witty let me know. Though it's more likely I'll run into the latter myself or more likely she'll find me, us girls have to stick together right? We are after all, new arrivals in a strange land. [With thieving plants. Don't think she's taken her eyes off of you trees.]
Do go on though, by colorful do you mean her language or perhaps her fashion choices?
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[She smiles a little. She misses May in all her terribly dressed glory.]
I'll keep an eye out for your, um, chest hair friend. What do dwarfs look like where you're from?
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[She smiles, fondly thinking when its her turn how to describe one of her greatest friends. How does one describe Varric?]
Not all dwarves are the same, most are grumpy, beardy and hate even the mere idea of being above ground. Much shorter than you and I too obviously. No, my friend is more on the handsome side of looks. Loves to tell stories, but don't believe much of what he says. And he has his precious crossbow Bianca with him, or at least he should. I can't imagine him anywhere without her, and believe me if you find him you'll know what I mean.
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[Though maybe one day he'll budge on his biggest kept secret. She looks a little put out about it, but the smile on her face gives away any chance of her actually looking upset.]
I doubt he'll be hard to find if he's around, besides there's a few other friends of mine I hope to also run into if they aren't sleeping the day away up there. [She looks up at where the space station should be (and that's still so bizarre to even picture, but here they are) and instead sees the various greenery overhead. Right, thieving trees and bizarre plant life. Inevitably they reach a fork in the path, and she pauses to consider it.] Well, we might as well keep heading forward while we still have light on our side. Which direction should we head in? All this green has me turned around.